I can't believe he just said that.
I certainly moved away after he said those words. I couldn't look him straight in the eye as I began to think about it. How come he's my husband anyway? I'm pretty sure that my parents will say anything about it, but as I woke up, I was just told that someone tried to beat me up out of anger.
It's starting to get so tangled up.
How did I even get into this position?
I don't know who to believe right now at all. First, I just recovered from a near-death experience that I should not be experiencing because I'm an immortal, for God's sake. Second, a lot of people started to come out in the picture, like I was supposed to know all of them. Third, this man, who's literally my enemy, just became my fucking husband, and just how insane is that?
This is honestly a lot to process.
As I tried to stand up, Ysmael helped me with it. I was left with no choice since he's the only living species in this room with me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. If he tries to do something like a while ago, I could easily pull his head off like right now.
We got outside of the room, and what welcomed me was the wide space in the living room and the kitchen beside it. I told him he could just let me sit on the couch, and so he did. He also offered me a cup of hot chocolate to drink. After I took one sip, I finally looked at him while he was obviously waiting for me to talk.
"Just to be honest with you, I don't know what you're talking about," I said frankly. I don't sugarcoat my words at all. This is not a good experience for me.
"We did have a wedding," he said shortly, and he stood up to get something. When he came back, he gave me a picture, and I softly gasped just by looking at it.
It's a picture of us.
I was so happy in the picture as I was playing something on the sand while he was resting on one of the beach lounges, looking at me like he was so satisfied with what he was seeing. Just by looking at it, a tear left my eye, and all I suddenly felt was my tears falling down on my cheeks. I don't know why I'm crying right now, but something inside me feels so moved. I immediately wiped my tears away.
All this happened just because of that one picture. I tried to stand up again, and he guided me once more.
"Can you show me more?" I asked, and he nodded. We walked towards the open cabinet beside his big television, and what I saw were the beach pictures only from different angles, and what caught my attention was the picture of us on our wedding day. I read the date written below, and my eyebrows furrowed as I read it.
April 2, 2022
That was a year ago.
I also tried to look for the dates on the other pictures, but all of them were taken a year ago. Does this mean that I've been married to him for a year now?
"Are all of the dates written correct?" I asked curiously.
He nodded immediately.
"You personally edited all of it while we were on the plane back here," he explained.
"But it says that it's been a year since we got here; does that mean that we've been married for a year now?" I asked again, and he nodded.
He just nodded again, and so I signed. I told him to let me sit on the couch again, and I tried to think about everything. And then I remember Luke—does he even know everything about this?
For once, I tried to call my brother again, hoping that he would answer right away. He answered after three rings, and I asked immediately.
"Did you know that I'm married?" I asked, but the other line remained, so I asked again and he answered this time.
"How did you even—"
I interrupted him when he was about to ask me something because that's not what I wanted to hear from him. I want answers.
"I'm right here in Ysmael's place looking at all of the pictures that were surprisingly taken a year ago."
Before I could even hear him talk, the call ended, and when I tried to contact him once more, I couldn't reach him at all.
"What the hell?" I blurted it out. I took a few more deep breaths as I tried to process all of it.
Just when I came back, a coffee shop whose waitress looked so friendly to me approached me, and now this revelation that was quite shocking came in the afternoon.
I honestly don't even know where to believe now.
If I'm married, at least one or two people from my clan will know about it, but it seems like all of them never knew about this, I guess.
Before I could even contact another person in mind who might possibly have an idea about this, a loud knock outside caught our attention. Ysmael walked towards the door to open it, and it revealed my brother, who looked so serious right now. He walked straight into my direction and helped me get up off the couch.
"Let's go home," he said in a stern voice. I'm trying to stop him, but he insisted that we should go now.
Ysmael was left with nothing to do about it, and as we got outside of the penthouse, my brother just remained silent until we got in the car. I couldn't talk to him, but I'm pretty sure that he knows something.
"Don't even go near that man; he's a nutcase," he said with so much authority in his voice, like our dad.
"He just showed me pictures of us a year ago, and I think there's nothing harmless about it anyway," I reasoned out.
"But still, don't ever try to—"
"Do I need to know something about Ysmael and why he got all of those pictures?" Because clearly, if you tell me right now that he's a stalker of mine, I could literally punch you in the face just by lying in front of me," I threatened him this time, and so he remained silent the whole time he was driving me back to my apartment.
He doesn't want to say anything, huh?
If that's the case, I'm left with only one solution.
I want to know the truth, and if Ysmael is the only man who can give me that, then fuck it; I'll go with him wherever he goes.