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Dolu (@MsDuro) has the floor again here. Over to you Miss.

Thank you Uncle Efe. This little piece was inspired by @CapoeiraPanda. Based on his opinions, I asked myself the question, “What would I do if I caught my spouse cheating a night before our wedding?” Truth be told, I don’t know, not that I don’t have different ideas running through my head, but I really can’t say what I’ll do when faced with this…  Anyways, a thought struck me and I decided to write about that thought. Enjoy
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Latoya kept staring at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her wedding gown and despite the fact she had no makeup on, she look gorgeous and breathtaking. That was her aim, to take his breath away and that of everyone else tomorrow, it was her wedding and she had every right to… Her apartment was quiet as she was the only one around, but from 6am tomorrow, the whole place would be buzzing.
She had every reason to thank God, she was getting married to the man of her dreams at 25. How she bagged a man like Bishop was still not clear to her but she was grateful.
The door bell rang, snapping her out of her thoughts, she quickly pulled off the gown and threw on her robe coat as she ran to answer the door.. She peeped through the pigeonhole and saw Bishop, she opened up for him and hugged him…
“Getting ready to shower or retire to bed?” he asked her. “Nope”, she answered.
“Then why are you naked under your robe or you were expecting me” he asked grinning from ear to ear
She replied as she led the way to her bedroom, “I was trying on my outfit for tomorrow, when the bell rang and you know no one is supposed to see me in it, until tomorrow, most especially you.”
She had hung the dress back in place, grabbed her nightgown and headed for the bathroom, this was not the first time Bishop was at her place and she needed to change. She always did this because for the past five years that they had been dating, he had never seen her naked or slept with her. She had promised her beloved grandma that she would get married as a virgin and she would not break the promise even after grandma’s death… She shouted from the bathroom, “so what brings you here, abi you are not sure about tomorrow?” She was out and looking at him. “I’m so sure about tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that but I went to get the rings and decided to stop by” he showed her the rings and she gasped as she saw them. They were beautiful… He went on “I don’t regret asking you to marry me, you are a treasure and I’ll be foolish to lose you. Promise me that come what may, after tomorrow, you’ll never leave me: no divorce, no separation, no cold marriage” She promised him and sealed it with a kiss. He returned the kiss filled with so much passion, longer than normal… As he laid her down on the bed, she said “You should leave now” but he did not answer her, he kept on kissing her neck, caressing her softly, awakening desires, stirring up passion. She was scared, she wasn’t going to break her promise last-minute. “Bishop I need to rest, tomorrow is our big day, you should leave now” she said with so much seriousness that she got his attention. Still lying on top of her, he looked up and replied “What are you scared of? Am I not marrying you tomorrow? This would not make me think little of you, you are mine and I respect you for standing by your principles”

“Bishop please go home, we have tomorrow night and the rest of our lives to make love” When he wouldn’t budge, she pushed him off her and stood up from the bed… He got the message and headed for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow, and after the ceremony, no excuses” He stopped moving when he grabbed the door handle, he stopped moving, and before she could say anything, he had pushed her on the bed and was on top of her, kissing her, caressing her… She was struggling, but he pinned her to the bed and had his way with her… When he was done, he laid beside her and whispered “I love you and would spend the rest of my life with you”
There she lay, staring at her wedding gown, weeping silently, weakened. He had forcefully had his way with her, he had raped her hours before their wedding….

My question: if you were her, what would you do… I would also like to hear the opinion of you men on this issue….

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