I married my ex’s father for the sake of my children. After the wedding, he told me, “Now that there’s no going back, I can finally tell you why I married you.”
I didn’t have the money to fight, and everything was already in Sean’s favor. In the end, after nine years of marriage, I was left with practically nothing.
Except for one thing.
The court allowed the children to stay at Peter’s house, since I lived there. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was enough.
When we got home that day, feeling I had no other choice, I accepted Peter’s proposal. The children were safe for the time being, but Sean still had joint custody, and I didn’t know what I would do next.
When Sean found out about our engagement, he lost it. He showed up at his father’s house in a rage.
Unfortunately, I was the only person home when he started banging loudly on the door.
“Do you think this is going to work?” he said when I opened it.
“I’m not going to do this,” I replied, trying to close the door, but he put his foot in the frame.
“You did it, [expletive]! Marry my father?!”
I didn’t say anything.
Sean let out a quiet laugh. “This isn’t over!”
Then he left.
Sean didn’t come to the wedding. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered were my children.
The ceremony was brief and short.
I didn’t feel like a bride. I felt like someone signing a permanent document without fully understanding it.
Jonathan held my hand for almost the entire journey. Lila kept asking when we were going home.
When we got home, the children ran inside before us.
The door closed behind us, leaving Peter and me alone for the first time as husband and wife.
He turned towards me.
“Now that there’s no going back, I can finally tell you why I married you.”
