The Wrong Woman



Candice's heart thudded in her ears, threatening to break free. Her big, doe-like eyes were fixed on Elio, her mind reeling. The thought of Elio proposing was irresistibly enticing and she was bewildered by the sudden tum of events.

Ello leaned forward, gracefully dropping to one knee while gently taking her hand. The gesture was so unexpected that Candice instinctively retreated, pressing herself against the couch as she stared at him in utter disbelief.

Down an one knee, Elia gripped her hand firmly. His eyes were earnest and intense as he looked up at her. In a voice that was both tender and urgent, he asked, "Candice, will you many me?"

Candice was stunned. The thought that Elio would propose solely for the sake of their child

averwhelmed her with a mix of joy and concern. With a hesitant tone, she replied, "Our families won't agree to this."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"As long as you say yes, I'll handle everything else, Elio stated.

Cancice couldn't bear the thought of anything harming the child she was carrying. If their families could accept it, marrying the man she had secretly loved for so long seemed like a perfect solution

She was aware that many couples started with arranged marriages and grew to love each other over time. She hoped that if she showed enough love and dedication after their marriage, perhaps Elio would love her in return.

Imagining a beautiful future together, she found herself nodding in agreement.

Elio couldn't contain his joy. His eyes brimmed with tears, and his breath became unsteady. He sank anta the couch, puling Candice into a tight hug that almost squeezed the air out of her. His enthusiasm caused her body to ache from the tightness of his embrace.

Candice's arms hung loosely behind him as she rested her chin on his shoulder, gazing absently at the ceiling. She could feel his ragged breathing against her ear, his voice strained and husky as he said," Thank you, Candice. Thank you so much.

"I promise to be a good husband and father. I won't let you down. I'll do everything I can to give you the best and happiest future."

Candice felt as if she were floating on cloud nine; everything around her seemed dreamlike and wonderful.

Yet, anxiety ingered. How would she tell her family? Would Elio end up regretting marrying her just because of their child? Her thoughts spun in a whirlwind of confusion.

Ello's hug was so tight it almost suffocated her. She asked softly. "Can you let go of me for a moment?" Reluctantly, Flic loosened his grip. He gazed at her with such intense warmth that she felt bashful, Gently taking her hand, he asked softly, "Where would you like our new home to be? Is there a particular area or house you have in mind?"

New houses often have high levels of formaldehyde. I think staying here is just fine," Candice responded.

Flio's smile held a hint of understanding, his excitement bubbling inside. "Alright, we'll make this our home. Is there anything you'd like to change?

Candice gestured toward the dark curtains. "Could we replace these with curtains in a warmer color?" Unable to contain his delight, Bio's grin widened. "Of course," he said, holding her hand as they stood up. Then, he asked, "Is there anything else you'd like to change?"

Candice shook her head.

Elio led her upstairs to the second floor. After opening the door to the master bedroom, he suggested," How about making this our bedroom? Do you think that's okay?"

Candice followed him in, taking in the spacious, bright, and simply furnished room. "Just change the curtains. Everything else is fine, "she replied, her needs modest.

She felt as though she was in a dream. Just moments before arriving, she had been silently crying. bracing herself for a conversation about an abortion. Never had she imagined it would instead turn into a discussion about marriage.

As Candice surveyed the room, she noticed Elia walking toward the bedside table, where he quietly closed a photo album. His gesture caused her heart to falter.