Seeing my best friend and I standing in front of her holding our relatives' ashes, Mrs. Huerta choked up and could not utter a word to plead for us.
She grabbed my hand and my best friend's hand and said something bitterly after a long while, “I am sorry. The Huerta Family is willing to compensate you.”
I smiled bitterly and said, “Mrs. Huerta, no need to do that. We just don’t want to continue this marriage.”
Mrs. Huerta had a complicated look in her eyes and finally returned the marriage certificate my best friend and I had without her agreement.
The Huerta Family was a traditional large family and a marriage certificate should be approved by the head family. If not, then our marriage was not official enough.
I still remembered that Garry and Jarvis expressed their sincerity in marrying me and my best friend.
They wrote a marriage certificate with their own blood, implying that they would be loyal to us forever.
They were sincere to us then. But that sincerity came and disappeared quickly, like an illusory phenomenon.
My best friend and I curled our lips in a wry smile.
That time, without this marriage certificate, Garry and Jarvis were free.