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ARTEMISIA

There were a lot of things I would not wish to happen to me. I had made a bucket list full of them.

But, not in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was going to be the bride of the stranger I often fantasize about.

After the first day we had met, which was two years ago, I hadn't seen him again until today.

Yet, it didn't stop me from thinking about him often.

Being wedded to him was nothing like I had imagined.

I had thought him to be a sweet and caring man. Someone that would be my knight in shining armour whenever I was distressed.

Someone that would comfort me whilst wrapping his strong arm around me.

It was absurd!

I should not have thought of all that because I realized now that they were all wishful thinking.

The man beside me, the freaking hunk that the minister had joined with me, was an obnoxious jerk.

He wasn't like the man I had envisaged. Rather, the opposite.