Eden’s Point of View

“Smile.” Father encouraged, his voice slightly above the wedding march, as he clenched my hands tightly. “You look like you are being forced to do this.”

“Aren’t you satisfied that I had agreed to sell my life to you?” I questioned back, because honestly speaking, there is nothing to be happy for. I was getting married to a mad man, my hopes, and dreams of ever having a happy home is all in the mud. “What more do you want from me?”

“A wedding is ...