The Virgin Wife

Eve's POV

Standing on the altar dressed in an expensive wedding gown with your beloved husband is what most ladies wish for right? But mine was completely different.

I never got the opportunity to wear an expensive wedding gown or at least a beloved husband by my side. I was standing next to the wrong man. A total stranger who did nothing but frown and glower.

I wasn't wearing a white dress let alone an expensive wedding gown. I was dressed in a light red gown that my tailor made at the last minute. I didn't even get a flower bouquet, just a strand of flowers.

"Do you, Eves Jameson, solemnly declare to take Jason Coleman as your lawfully wedded husband?”

I stared straight at the officiant as he uttered those words I dreaded the most.  I never imagined I would be getting married to a stranger I've barely known for a few days. I certainly don't accept James Coleman as my husband.

I was silent for a few seconds.

"Do you Eves Jameson solemnly declare to take Jameson Coleman as your lawfully wedded husband?” The officiant asked once again.

This time, I felt my heartbeat increase faster. I was a little shaky. I turned to the hall to stare at my family; My Mum and Dad.

"Eve, speak up!” My father said in a hush voice to me.

I was very much aware that this marriage would benefit my family and I the most. I felt it was rushed because I never got the opportunity to know much about Jameson or even love him. But this is for the benefit of my family, I have to do it.

I tried my best to swallow the lump on my throat. So, I was able to speak the words I'm afraid to say, which is "Yes, I do."

     “Miss Jameson?”

I felt Jameson's grip tighten around my fingers as I tried to pull my hands out. His tight grip holds a small warning.

He glared at me as I slightly raised my head up. I felt like I was wasting his time. My gaze jumped to his face, but he was staring straight ahead, eyes on the officiant, his sharp features set in stone. I thought I saw a muscle in his jaw ticking, but then blinked, and it was gone.

     “Miss Jameson?”

I cleared my throat immediately in order to speak. Of course, there was no need to cry or worry about our loveless marriage. In fact, not every marriage is about love.

I heaved a deep sigh.

“Yes, I do.” I replied with a fake smile on my face. I had to smile to avoid any suspicions.

"That’s my daughter!” My father shouted excitedly.

I turned to stare at my excited family. Of course, I had to smile at them. I had to do this.

The officiant turned to my so-called husband.

    “Do you James Coleman…"

“Yes, I do.” Jason replied with a cold look on his face. I knew for sure that he never wanted this marriage as much as I do.

My parents became more excited. They can't believe they are the in-laws of one of the biggest tech companies in the states. They ought to be excited.

The officiant smiled.

"Please, face each other,” he said. I followed his instructions, like a robot.

Jason pulled out a wedding ring from his pocket. I could tell that he wants us to get over this as soon as possible.

He slowly slid the ring into my finger.

I reached for his hand to put on the cheap wedding band I bought earlier.I quickly slid it into his fingers and it fits him perfectly.

I stared at the beautiful ring he got for me and the cheap wedding band I could only afford. I felt it would be better if I never got a wedding band for him in the first place because he stared at it dejectedly.

We turned to the officiant as Jason held my hands.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride”

“Kiss the bride?!” I exclaimed in my mind as I stared at the officiant.

I turned to my parents who were already clapping their hands. As if getting forced into this marriage isn't enough, I still have to kiss a stranger who isn't nice to me.

I heaved a deep sigh. I guess there isn't much about kissing him. I mean, we are married even if it isn't an actual marriage, we'll get over it.

I avoided his eyes, rose up on my toes, and brushed a small kiss on his cheek.

Just as I was about to let go of him, his now free hand grabbed my wrist in a gentle hold and our eyes met

I forced another smile on my face and watched him slowly lean down to press a kiss to the edge of my mouth.

My heartbeat quickened as he let go of me. I guess a kiss doesn't mean much. Maybe for me, but not for him.

We turned to my family who were super excited.

“Congratulations, I wish you two a happy married life.” The officiant's voice broke us apart.