My dear ladies out there, never ever marry a man you don't love, no matter the circumstance. I was foolish enough to take such a decision; I felt I needed to pay for a sin I never committed.

"So what are we waiting for?" Jeremy asked.

You can imagine the guts! What does he take me for?

"Bukky!"

David touched my shoulder and signaled me to come out with him.

"Let me treat this as a joke, right?"

He forced a smile.

"I’m not joking, David."

His smiles vanished.

"Bukky, you asked me to give you time. I did, so that you can think through carefully… and then you choose Jeremy!?"

I nodded stupidly to his question.

He scoffed, he couldn't believe what he heard. I was hurting him all over again.

"No, you are confused."

He held his mouth with his hands and paced to and fro. He was trying to keep calm here. I just bowed my head, I couldn't look him in the face.

"Bukky, go home and think about this, okay?"

He made a move and touched me.

"I've made my decision. I pushed Jeremy away and I made a promise to mum..."

"Damn your promises!" He shouted.

He observed that he was going overboard so he left me, he left the hospital. I went back to Jeremy, I didn't let him talk.

"I will marry you next week, it can't be tomorrow."

I attempted to walk out but he called out to me;

"Bukky, I want to marry you because I love you."

That sounded so disgusting to my ears. I went back to the house. I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. Vodka noticed and took charge. I was gone and broken. I lost appetite for everything. I had to move out of the fashion house and rent a flat of my own.

I remained indoors throughout. Despite Jeremy's calls, I didn't visit the hospital… what's the need?

David came over to my flat one evening. I didn't open up when he knocked. I knew if I did he might talk me out of it.

"Bukky, open up."

I backed the door and fought so hard to resist the urge to open up. Hot tears dropped from my eyes.

"David please go… I don’t want to see you."

He cried too… I could hear him sniff.

"Bukky, you love me right? I know you do. Please, I beg you… don't hurt me again."

I bit my lips in tears.

"I… I don't love you anymore."

I lied so he could just go. Unfortunately, it started raining. I peeped through the window; he didn't move, he sat on the bare floor as the rain drenched on him.

"David, please go home."

He didn't say a word, he didn't move.

"David!"

I couldn't bear this anymore. I rushed out into the rain and held him.

"David, I love you."

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