Chapter 39

Becky grimaced, feeling sorry for Helen and flipped the page to the beginning of chapter six.

Helen looked around the four thousand-plus capacity marquee tent with a fake smile plastered on her lips on her wedding day. She had been pronounced Mrs. Darin Grayson a few hours ago in her family church and they were now having the reception.

People smiled and danced to the electrifying beats from one of the country's best artists on the bandstand. 

Helen's forty-five years old husband, Darin, did not spare any cost. He went all out to please Helen's parents. 

She cringed seeing her mother and a group of women dancing away gleefully on the dance floor. Everything happening right now was too much for her. She felt like walking away.

Everyone seemed happy, except the bride. But no one could tell. She had learned how to hide her displeasure. Helen had accepted that she was the sacrificial lamb for her family's comfort. She never imagined in her wildest