Chapter 5 Aseal

• Asael's POV.
• A perplexed gaze fixes on the faces of all our guests and family, as I rip the marriage contract apart.
• “What are you doing? What's all this about? Asael?” Allen's voice hovers in tremble as he tries to hold me.
• “Don't you dare touch me!”
• I walk down to the middle of the Aisle, Allen follows closely behind me.
• “What's all this about?”
• “You don't know what all this is about, Allen?” I turn to him and yell, “You! You had the truth of how my grandfather died, and you still decided to let five years of my life go to waste, acting like you knew nothing.”
• “I don't understand what you're talking about.” He pretends, moving slowly away from me as though he doesn't want to have such a discussion in the presence of everyone.
• “Oh, stop with the act. I overheard your discussion with Rhea. You're just here because you want my inheritance. I can't even believe you.”
• I look over to Rhea, who still wears an irritated look on her face as she watches.
• I scoff, taking steps further. “Perhaps, Rhea has a hand in this, too.” I nod in realization. “That was why you insisted that I should not fight it, but just take the blame, since it was just five years. Just five years, you kept saying.”
• Flashbacks of how I was so close to running amok due to the consistent fear I felt within the walls that boxed me into a cage.
• The fear of convicts who continually threaten me and take my meal from me, leaving me nothing to eat for days.
• The days when my body is sore from beatings that I wasn't sure I could withstand.
• I can't fathom how someone could be wicked enough to do this to me or anyone.
• “Asael, you need to stop all this. Let's go somewhere more private if you have something you feel you want to discuss. There's no reason to say things here. People will think you're having a mental breakdown in public. Read the room, I don't like how they are gazing at you. Whatever you say can leave a false public expression of your current state. You're just traumatized about your imprisonment, and it's okay to be.” Allen tries to coerce me.
• “How dare you? How dare you try to say that I'm mentally unstable?” I arched my brows at him. “Do you think you're speaking to a fool?”
• “No, I'm just saying…”
• “You think I didn't see the papers in the brown bag?” I scoff. The daunting look on his face as it dawns on him.
• “I have evidence of it on my phone, and best believe this public appearance you will rather protect will be the major space for the ruin of you and those who knew about it or had any hand in the death of my grandfather. I will see to the downfall of all of you.”
• A threat I wasn't joking about.
• “Get over yourself! You're just looking for pity. You're supposed to be happy. Allen is helping you by getting married to an ex-convict like you.”
• Rhea storms into me and yanks.
• I smack her in the face. Something I had longed for.
• The crowd is taken by surprise.
• Gosh! That feels good.
• “Fucker!” Rhea yells.
• Kieran runs over to his newlywed wife and holds her. “Are you fine?” He checks her face.
• She shrugs herself off his body and screams.
• Kieran arches his brow at me.
• It's clear to me, I had none of them on my side and it didn't bother me.
• “How dare you?”
• “I will hit you again if you ever call me that!”
• She grumbles as she tries to annoy me, but I can see the fear of what I could do for her in her eyes as she struggles to let out her word.
• “That doesn't change who you are.”
• The thought of yanking her hair and tossing her far away from the world crossed my mind. Anything to make her feel the depth of pain I feel at the moment.
• “You scheming bitch! You dared to stand and ensure I was imprisoned for a crime you knew I didn't commit. The audacity you have to call me an ex-convict.”
• I start laughing as my frustration reaches its peak.
• “Now, you'd see the wrath that's coming to every one of you. You took it upon yourself to kill an innocent man and steal years of my life from me. I will make sure you all pay.” I turn to Allen, “Especially you, coward!”
• I force the ring out of my hand, fighting with every pull until it exits my ring finger before I fling it on the floor, next to where he stood.
• “You don't deserve my love. You don't deserve to be wed to me. After all these years. I trusted you, Allen.”
• Allen made a fist. Not one to fight but one that holds itself down after a realization of wrong.
• I have no idea if he can ever truly understand or feel the pain I wish on him.
• His face becomes long.
• I think he's seeing that there is no way out and he doesn't want to seem bad in front of the crowd.
• I didn't want to see the remorse I see on his face.
• I don't need it.
• “Asael, I did what was best for us. I always have. I'm sorry.”
• I scoff. “You did what was best for you, you mean to say. You never consider anyone other than yourself, and that's the only thing I know about you that's not a facade.”
• “ I see I have wronged you. I know better now. I'm sorry. What can I do? What can I do to regain your trust?” He says, humbly.
• His humility lacks genuinity. It's clear Allen is putting up an act yet once more to save himself.
• I shake my head in sheer disgust. “I can never believe a word that comes out of your mouth, ever again.”
• “So what will you do now? Tell the police you have evidence against him?” Rhea dares to ask.