Saying goodbye was harder than it seemed. The time I spent with him made me love my life with Jacques, even if it was a loveless marriage.
Two weeks after our second-year anniversary, we registered our marriage at the nearest district office. It was an intricate process as it involved us getting clearance from the embassy of our home country. However, Jacques settled it easily and in addition, he even threw us a special celebration. We restricted the private party to just the two of us, and it was a secret from everyone we knew.
In my heart, I still wondered if it all didn’t come up to this, would I be walking down the aisle with Syl instead?
Maybe then, yes. But now, it would never happen in this lifetime. It was a truth I found it difficult to accept, but I had to accept my fate.
To commemorate the occasion between us, Jacques rented a luxury car as our wedding car and decked the front of the car with a pair of couple teddies. According to him, that night, I forgot everything, and we made love madly, although I couldn’t remember it. All I remembered was the next day, I woke up and stared at my reflection in the mirror and our wedding photograph on the dresser.