Inkwell and Paper

The Aisle


Amanda walked down the aisle, slower than any bride has ever done. She wanted to prolong her marriage Jonas. Her life of unhappiness would begin with two simple words…I do.

Yes, she was the youngest, but no one told her before now, she would be the trophy to a man old enough to be her grandfather.  Yuck!

Amanda felt bile rising in her throat. She swallowed hard to keep it down.

“You will pay,” she whispered looking at Denise.

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