Once You Were Mine

Chapter 11 - Sara & Matio

Sara Ikkari

Sara's POV:

Never in my worst nightmare have I imagined that this is how I end up feeling as a bride , this is how my marriage is going to turn out. A newlywed bride searching for her groom , how sh*t does that sound? and I cannot even imagine any other person in my situation, not even my enemy.

At this moment, it does not even feel like my life. What am I doing here? Why should I be searching for my groom? I do not want to.

Let him go and die, for all that I care. It is also his wedding; he should keep his image.

First my desperation for my groom kicked in, and then the anger that he dared to leave me alone here. God knows where he has gone, but now all the negative thoughts are taking place in my mind.

What if he has left me? What if he is never going to come? What if he did not want this marriage? His looks said it, and maybe that is why he also showed up late, because he never wanted to come in the first place.

Am I moving forward and still stuck in the same place? craving the same love from someone who will not give it to me?

Why am I thinking all this? I am doing all this just for my dad, and if he is happy with it, then I am happy. I am sure there might be a reason for Matio to go away from the wedding like this.

I hid my way from the main hall where the lunch is happening; I cannot stay there alone. At first, guests approached me and started asking about my husband, and now they started to gossip about it. I decided to stay away from all the negative things, and yet here I am thinking about all the negative things I can ever imagine.

I do not even know his phone number to make a call and ask him about his disappearance.

At least I am sure I can get some knowledge on who he is from the internet if he really is that famous and untouchable, whatever.

"Oh, look who is here, hiding from the gathering," came my stepmother's voice.

Ughhh, not her again.

"Hanna, please," I say in a distressed voice.

"Please, what, sister?" she asked slyly.

"Please refrain from saying whatever s**t you want to say," I said.

"Oh, sisiter. Do not be so rude to your little sister. How can you talk like that? Look how worried I am that you are here alone without your husband," she smiled.

"Ahh, if I remember correctly, you were the same in the morning, without the groom, and now without your husband by your side; no wonder people have been gossiping since the beginning of the day," she said.

"Look, I am the wife and not you; if I have to worry, I will do that all by myself. You do not have to share my worry," I smiled.

"And wherever my husband is, there might be a reason for him not being here. He looks like a busy man, not like others who do not have any other work than snooping their nose in others lives," I say.

"And trust me, sister, I do not regret a single thing, not even marrying him. I would love it if you were respectful towards him when he shows up. I am sure he does not take sh*t from people, especially from someone like you," I said.

Her face started to fume with anger. "All the best for the hell hole you are going into," she said, stomping away.

Ugh, at least I got away from some headaches.

"Hey!" a sweet voice greeted me. I got up, looking at her.

She looks beautiful; she screams elegance. I recalled all the faces of the people I know, and yet any face did not match hers.

"Hi," I greet back.

She sat beside me, making me sit as well.

"I am sorry, but do I know you?" I questioned her, probably one of my dad's guests, and I am also sure many people came to know about my existence today, even probably the whole world.

Will there be headlines tomorrow with the title "The secrete daughter of a pharmaceutical company married mulli millionaire Matio Rodriguez"?

"Hey, you look zoned out," the lady said.

Fuck, sorry, I zoned out. I have a weird habit of zoning out.

"And yeah, we might have never met before, but I am sure we will be seeing each other often from now on," she said, and I put on a confused expression.

"I am Sofia, Sofia Rodriguez. Sister of the groom," she said.

"Ohh," my reaction was subtle.

"Sorry, I did not recognize you," I say.

"Yeah, I am never much around. I jump from place to place to handle the business. I am the CEO of Rodriguez Jewels," she said.

Wow, how many businesses do they own?

"Do not be anxious, Serah; I am sure there is a reason for his disappearance," she said.

"No, I am not anxious," I lied.

"Oh, come on, you are such a bad liar. Your body gestures are giving it away," she smiled, and then reassured me with a cozzy hug.

"Trust me, he might have had some emergency in his business or maybe some strong reason to leave behind his beloved wife on their wedding day. He will show up in no time," she said.

I looked at her, still processing what she said. Sofia excused herself as she received a call.

Did she say I was his beloved wife? Maybe she is mistaken because only I know the death stares I received during the whole wedding, and as far as I remember, we were always on each other's throats when we met.

So yeah, Ge is surely mistaken, but wow, she is so sweet compared to her brother; they do not even look like brothers and sisters. Both are completely opposite.

What choice do I really have now? Just wait for my beloved husband.

I let out a sigh. I feel like this day is going to be so long.

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Matio Rodriguez

Matio's POV:

I went to a bar and had a few drinks. I do not even know what I am drowning in. Anger, being cheated on? letting an old fox make a fool of myself? or marrying Serah?

I really need to do a background check on Serah.

I opened my mobile and texted Samir about the same.

"Dude, what the f**k? Where did you go? Where are you right now?" I received a text from Smair.

I ignored it like I was ignoring everything right now.

After some time, I received a call from my sister.

I can ignore anything but my family, so hesitantly, I picked up her call.

"You asshole, I do not care which corner you are in right now; move your ass to here. I will not take a no for an answer, Matio, and this is not really a request." She ended up on the call without even waiting for my reply.

Ugh, it looks like I do not have any choice here.

I look at myself in the mirror before starting to go to the wedding venue. One of the best things about me is my alcohol tolerance. I look good; there are no signs of a drunk man.

This is going to be a long day.