Prologue...
September 1st, 8:30pm. She was still clad in her wedding dress, half drunk, happy to stupor and looking for the man of her dreams in her parent's semi detached home. Staggering a little to let him know it was time for the couple's dance, she stumbled into her parent's bedroom—she found him, standing with his eyes closed and his head held up high, with her sister kneeling, his pants on the floor and his penis right inside her sister's mouth.
Gasping for air and clutched onto her pearls tightly, they were so immersed in their sin that they didn't see her standing by the door with her bright white flowing gown. She turned around and staggered away, still gasping for hair and holding onto her corsage—she couldn't cry, the tears wouldn't come, she wasn't about to ruin her makeup, she wasn't about to scream, she wasn't going to ruin the happiness of the guests who were dancing around.
Her father looked so happy, with his eyes beaming with joy holding onto her stepmother, today was the best day of his life—his first daughter who was a rebel in all sorts had finally gotten married, she couldn't run to him, run to him and scream at the top of her lungs that his favorite son-in-law had just cheated on her..she just couldn't do it.
It was all a blur now, all she could hear was her husband's moans over the faint music, telling her sister to go on as she sucked on his shaft. She was disgusted, she felt violated and betrayed, her heart ached immensely, she wanted to scream and tell everyone to get out, she wanted to rip her dress and cry in the bathtub naked, she just wanted to get out of here.
‘Stinky are you okay??'. Her husband's ever annoying cousin, Conrad, placed a hand over her shoulder as he saw how pale she was.
‘No... not now Con', she still gasped for air, ‘Leave me alone'.
He frowned, ‘You look flushed. What's going on?'.
She wanted to answer, tell him how much of a piece of crap his cousin was but then he returned—her husband returned to the party waving as everyone cheered him on, she was gutted at his audacity, disgusted at his flippancy like he just didn't have her sister's mouth over his dick.
‘Come here beautiful', he urged as he approached her, ‘I believe there's a dance for us'.
She was frozen to death, it was as if every spine in her body turned into jelly as he took her by the hand and wrapped a arm around her waist. He was smiling, he looked happy, like he was happy to be marrying her—and she would've believed him if she didn't just find him cheating with her own sister!.
