The Dotted Line

Demyan 

I stared at the dotted line for what felt like an eternity as Malia looked at me. I had just initiated every page of the heavy contract then let out a heavy sigh. My hand could not take it anymore and the fact the lawyers would not stop explaining every single sentence annoyed me. 

They had taken such great care into protecting my assets whilst I did not want that. I felt that it was stupid she had to sign a prenuptial to begin with that I cast it out before our wedding. We were going to last forever. I knew it in my heart when she came down the aisle in our church wedding with a lace veil just as long as the trail left by her dress, she was modestly covered up with lace going all the way down to her wrists before it flared out at her hips.