My Stupid Husband

"Do you take Asher Williams as your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked me. I bit my lips and looked over to my Dad, who had an expressionless face. My stepmom glared at me. I scoffed, "Yes." He turned to the handsome man by my side. I must admit, although I don't want to get married, this man is so handsome with beautiful eyes, thin lips, tall, with abs. I drool. "And do you take Cheryl Kingsley as your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest continued. I snapped from my thoughts and waited for his reply. Part of me hoped he would say no and stop the wedding, and part of me hoped he would say yes. "Yes," he replied. The priest smiled, "You may kiss your bride." He turned to look at me and frowned, "No." I could hear a chuckle from my stepmom. "Kissing girls is bad," he said. I raised a brow. WTF, what is wrong with him? An elderly woman rushed to the altar and whispered something into his ears. He stared at me. I was becoming impatient. What a disgrace. I held him and forced my lips on his. I felt a force push me from him. I fell, hitting my ass on the ground. It didn't hurt much because of the thickness of the wedding gown. He pushed me! Me! I wanted to stand up and give him a piece of my mind, but looking at the congregation, their mocking smiles, I couldn't. I felt so embarrassed. Thank goodness the only people invited were friends and family. But still, all those girls that looked at me like an untouchable goddess. I felt like crying. I bit my lips and remained on the ground, pretending I've lost consciousness and hoping the ground would open up and swallow me.