Chapter 5. Final Verdict and Xenophobia

Elena’s POV

Marriage isn’t usually a pathway filled with roses, although weddings always have several bouquets of flowers adorning everywhere. Marriage is oftentimes is filled with sharp-pointed and poisonous thorns and deathtraps and at any slight incident, the two players could get checkmated and beaten at their own game. My parents aren’t exempted from folks that thrash things around and I don’t need a soothsayer to foresee the tension between them and it all started with the courtroom incident.

“Have you gone mad? What was that all about, Cedric?” Mom stood with her arms akimbo over Dad.

“Setting things straight. I can’t afford to let them get away with this,” Dad replied as he ran his hand through his hair and paced around his private chamber.

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say? You have to let the case die down else things might escalate,” Mom told him amidst furry while placing her slender fingers on her throbbing head to massage her temple.