The Second Chance-Wedding
When she said " I do ", Dr. Patrick shuddered.

The "I do" came from the altar, a distance of twenty meters. The voice of his fiancee, Laila?

Dr. Pat walked out from the pew and squeezed through the personalities, eyes on who was in the veil.

He went back and sat down in the pew

He was sure whom he saw.

By her voice, when she said 'I do'. By her hips inside the crafted Dubai wedding dress. The hips he had traced both sides at least thrice; up and down, up and down. With eyes closed, he could tell these hips belonged to Laila

He has to ask her how it happened. When did you know my boss, Laila? Were you double-dating?

He thought of the best approach: Call her with a different number, ask her how come. Or, lie low and overlook her? The pain may go away one day. How would the pain go? Is there another Angel God will send on an errand he could trap on the earth?

Laila has the sexiest shape, her hazel eyes always like she wanted to sleep any time she was responding to his kiss. Oh! Laila
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