Heart's Betrayal by Angel Rose Read Free Book Online

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        I glanced over at Michael who waited patiently for me at the altar as I dared to dream in that instant that my mother would walk through the doors of the church. Dave lifted my veil and gave me a sweet gentle kiss on my cheek. He softly placed his arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear,
    “Jen, there’s something I have to tell you,” I glanced up at him dumbfounded. Now you want to tell me something, I thought to myself.
    “Now?” I whispered nervously.
    “I really need to tell you. I can’t hold it in anymore.” he pleaded.
    “Please, Dave, not now.” I whispered. I could hear Michael clearing his throat to try to get my attention as the voices in the church became silent.
    “I love you, Jen,” he said seriously.
    “Dave…I know,” I whispered.
    “Don’t marry him, Jen, he’s not who you think he is.” I stared at Dave deep in his eyes, questioning my own thoughts that ran through my head in that split second. I shook my head in disbelief, but I stood there believing in my heart that he knew something about Michael that I didn’t.
        I glared at him as my head slowly tilted to the side questioning his loyalty to me at that very moment. I was taken aback and troubled by the words that so eagerly rolled off of his tongue. He grabbed my arms tightly. I shrugged his hands off of me, and I pushed away from him slowly so no one would notice my discomfort; my eyes never leaving his. I turned away from him and walked towards Michael. I slightly turned my head towards him again and he stared at me piercingly, with frustration blatant in his eyes. The color in his face changed from lily white to a dark shade of pink. I turned my head away giving him a look of despair. I glanced over in the direction of the priest then looked up at Michael.
        The priest began to speak and I slowly drifted into another world thinking about what Dave had said to me. I was confused and distraught, and as I looked at Michael, his sacred vows became muddled words, his lips seemed to be moving in slow motion and I couldn’t hear a word he said. Then the priest looked over at me and asked me the final question, “Do you, blah, blah, blah, and blah, blah?” That’s all I heard. I hesitated to respond. Michael stared at me with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes apprehensive. Then he whispered,
    “Jenesis?”
    I stared at him as if I didn’t understand the question, and then I raised my head and replied, “I do.”
        I began to cry as I lowered my head. Then the cry quickly turned into a sob. The shock of what Dave had said to me sickened my soul. Maybe I heard wrong? Maybe I misunderstood?
        Michael gently lifted my chin with his hand. He looked at me confounded, then wiped away my tears gently with the handkerchief from his tux.
    “You may kiss the bride,” the priest said with a hesitant smile on his face obviously confused by my sobbing.
        Michael kissed me softly on my lips as tears trundled down his face. He held me by my waist as my body shook. We walked down the aisle together, hand in hand, as husband and wife; and as I walked, I glanced over at Dave. My heart broke into tiny pieces, and it took everything I had not to fall apart. Dave turned his face away from me and walked away.
        On the way out of the church, so many people congratulated us. The guests threw white and peach rose petals into the air as we walked out. They slowly blew into the cold crisp air floating magically like leaves in the wind. I looked at Michael and he smiled at me then squeezed my hand gently. His blue-green eyes filled with apprehension, filled with pain. He seemed so confused and he had every right to be. His wife was bawling after she said her vows and couldn’t get the words “I do” to fall from her lips. He had no idea what was going on and neither did I.
        Michael and I were about to enter the limo. I saw Dr. Logan and her husband, her stepbrother, walking towards