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Megan Thee Stallion
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Megan
SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
Here I stood in the room of the manor about to marry a man that I don't want to be with. Since the beginning all I cared about was his money.
At first I thought to just fuck around with him and get paid. Then he proposed, for whatever reason, and I said yes. I'm pretty sure having a wife is just a good look when he's trying to work with other businesses and companies.
But nonetheless I agreed to marry him. I thought that after awhile I'll just divorce him. He'll be forced to give me half of what he's worth. And half of that man is worth would still have me set for life. Actually I'd be set for several lives.
But something has changed. I don't care about his money anymore. I've become unhappy overall. I don't want to marry him. I don't want to go through with this and I know why.
It's because of his way better looking and just as equally rich daughter. Since I met her, she's been stuck in my head. She puts on this act in front of everybody as if she don't like me but she does.
It amuses me when we're around others because I know it's a facade. In all honesty, I like her too. Which is exactly why I feel the way I do about this wedding. About getting married. I'm giving my life to to the wrong person.
It's supposed to be Y/N and not him. The reality of the situation is that I couldn't care less about him but more so I care about his daughter. Because that's who I'm meant to be with.
I've gotten to see the side of her that does like me. I know we started out just fucking, which she is so talented at, but it became more than that. We connected on a deep level. She understands me like no other.
I'm just tired. Tired of us having to sneak and fuck. To sneak around just to be with each other. Tired of hiding who I truly want to be with. I can't do that anymore. I refuse to hide my feelings.
"You sure you're ready for this? Getting married is a big deal." My best friend, Normani, asked.
I sighed, knowing that I'm nowhere near ready. "I don't think I'll ever be ready."
She looked at me already knowing what the problem is. I know I'm the one to blame. I just don't know how or when I let it get this far. If I would've spoke on how I really felt, like I should've, I wouldn't be in this mess right now.
"So don't go through with it Meg. As your best friend, I'm here to support you in whatever you do. Plus I've never seen someone look so sad in such a beautiful wedding dress. It's clear as day that you don't love that man." Mani replied.
Before I could say anything there was a light knock on the door. It opened up revealing my grandmother. Normani looked at me sympathetically as she walked out, giving us a moment alone.
