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A Lie In Church By Juliet Nwoke Characters: 10246

Updated: 2019-10-17 10:29


"Stay out of this Tristan, this is between me and my sister."

She sounded very upset

"She is my girlfriend and I won't let you hit her again, I swear to you if I see any mark on her face, I'm suing you."

I should applaud this guy.

I had to face her, hiding was only gonna make everyone believe all this was true.

I wiped the tear that had escaped from my right eye and came forward.

"Babe..."

"Get your filthy hand off me!" I snapped pulling my hand away. I looked up and met my sister's burning gaze.

"Do you realize what you just did?"

"Ciara, I don't know what he's talking about."

"Stop with the lies already!"

"You also believe he's telling the truth? You really think I'm pregnant?"

"Obviously."

"You've known me since I was a kid, I shared everything with you. We live in the same house, does any of this make sense to you?!"

At this point, I couldn't hold the tears back.

"Yes, maybe I don't know you that well and don't act like some kind of saint."

She said with tears in her eyes.

"Ciara, this is all a lie! Can't you see that?"

Did he cast a spell on everyone?

"Stop already, don't you have any shame left in you? He is older than you and worse he is my best friend's fiancé."

"Was and don't talk to her like that."

Tristan corrected stepping forward.

"Can you please not say anything?"

I said looking up at his face.

"I can't just stand here and watch her speak to you like that."

He said with concern, fake concern.

"What do you think mum and dad are gonna say?"

"I'm going to explain everything to them, at least they will believe me."

I said giving her a hard look at the end.

"You're a tramp."

She said in disgust and walked away.

I dug my nails into my palms, I might just burst into flames from the anger consuming me.

"Are you okay?"

Tristan asked leaning closer to my right ear. I clenched my fists and turned around and punched him in the nose.

"I. Hate. You."

I said within gritted teeth.

He touched his nose and stared at me like he wasn't expecting that from me.

"Hello everyone, can I have your attention, please. I'm sincerely sorry for everything going on, sorry you had to witness this. I'm deeply sorry, I hope you forgive us for wasting your valuable time."

I turned around to look at who was speaking and saw his mum standing behind the pulpit at the altar.

"You can return to your various homes, thank you for coming."

People stood up and started

Leaving the church but not before looking at us.

Some went to speak to his mother and others smiled at us as they left.

"He is lying!!! I swear on my ancestors grave I am not pregnant. If there's any gynecologist here, you're free to...."

"Please stop, we have done enough. No more hiding, we can be happy now."

He cut in holding my cheeks.

"Wow, when are you going to stop."

I pushed his hand.

"I'm thirteen years older than my wife, don't be ashamed my dear, love has no limit."

An old couple told us as they left the church.

"What you did was so romantic, Tristan."

A lady with a French accent told him, I wondered why he didn't pick her.

She looked pretty and I was sure she wished she was me.

Two girls that looked my age walked up to us with a wide smile.

"I was expecting you to grab her hand and run out of the church."

The one with the Auburn hair said and giggled. It took everything in me not to pull her hair and tell her none of this was funny.

"That was really sweet, Tristan."

The other girl said twirling the end of her sandy blonde hair, I should have known he had admirers that would believe everything he says.

He gave them an enchanting smile and said thank you.

"Anything for her."

He added softly and I felt his eyes on me, I guess I didn't punch him hard enough.

"You're so lucky, Chloe."

I rolled my eyes at her statement.

There was no need explaining to these empty heads that were gawking at him.

"Please don't be mad at him."

I ignored them and stared into space.

I ignored the rest of the people that left the church, I was fuming in rage and I wanted the church to be empty before I take it out on him.

Soon the church was empty, I turned to Tristan and he looked relaxed, he gave me a satisfied smile.

His dirty blonde hair contrasted with his blue eyes that observed me.

I opened my mouth to say something but I heard his mum's voice.

"Tristan."

She called, she sounding so calm but there was a hint of anger.

I turned to look at her, she was walking toward us with the girl I saw earlier and an older woman followed, I guessed she must be his grandmother.

His mom looked stunning in her white gown that was covered with a long jacket, the golden buttons were very catchy. He definitely got those blue eyes from her.

Tristan moved closer and put his arms around my waist then placed a kissed on my cheek, I'd be lying if I said that didn't send a shiver down my spine.

What? He was hot and I was a female, I had hormones too duh.

I cringed and tried to wriggle out of his hold but he

increased his grip around my waist.

"Stay calm, please, " he whispered.

"No! Tell your family the truth."

I said out loud.

I thought of what his mom would say to me, she stopped two feet away from us.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"You should be, do you know what you've done?"

"Ohh don't be like that Juliet, he followed his heart."

His grandmother said with a wide smile.

"Mom."

His mother groaned looking at his grandmother.

"What? I knew right from the beginning he didn't love that spoilt brat."

"Mom, that's rude and we are in the church."

His grandmother waved it off with no care, the girl beside her chuckled.

"Isn't she beautiful grandma?"

Tristan looked down at my face asking, I didn't know why I felt relief that I had no pimple on my face.

"She is a goddess, I knew you had good taste."

She whispered the last part and giggled.

"Thank God you changed your mind, Sofia would've kept stealing my lipsticks with the excuse of borrowing it."

"Keep your mouth shut Nora, adults are talking."

Her mother shot her a glare

"And don't say that outside."

She added.

"But you told me on my birthday that I was an adult."

"I just wanted you to know you to stop acting like a five-year-old."

"How long have you been pregnant?"

My throat went dry when his grandmother asked me.

"I'm not preg..."

"Eight weeks" Tristan answered sharply.

"Your stomach is still as flat as the surface of a table."

She said staring at my stomach

"That's why I like her body, she is so fit and grandma it won't be visible now."

I stiffened when he placed his palms on my stomach and rest his chin on my head.

What was he up too, he was taking his act too far. He shouldn't be touching me, he had no right.

"Ohhh." His grandmother nodded.

"Can we focus on the issue at hand?"

Mrs.Sanchester said looking tired.

"Nora, take your grandmother to the car."

"Take good care of yourself and the baby and Tristan, make sure you bring her home sometime."

"Sure"

There was a long silence after they left, I tried to shrug out of his embrace but he won't let go.

His mother was tapping her heel on the floor and thinking.

I didn't even know what to say to her, I wasn't sure she would believe me and after seeing how his family was, I decided to just keep my lips sealed.

She finally raised her head and stood upright, I should tell her to take me to the hospital.

"You should have said something Tristan, we would have cancelled the wedding to prevent all this. I don't care about our family reputation but the Novas won't let this go that easily."

"I know."

"You're coming with me tomorrow to see them and when you're done here, go and apologize to Father Andrew."

I was falling in love with the way she spoke.

"I promise I will"

She exhaled deeply and her eyes rested on me.

"I don't know this man, I have no idea why he is..."

"How old are you?"

She cut in not smiling.

"Twenty?"

She nodded and walked away.

What was that all about? She didn't even listen to me.

Finally, we were alone, I elbowed him in the gut immediately I heard the church doors closed.

He groaned and stepped back, I faced him with my hands fisted.

"Okay, I deserve that."

He winced.

"What the hell are you doing? I think I deserve some explanation after the nonsense you just pulled."

"All I can say to you is thank you."

"Excuse me? Thank you? You made my boyfriend dump me and I got slapped for the first time in my life by my sister and all you can say to me is thank you?"

I said and chuckled humourlessly.

"You are kidding right?"

"No."

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply then breathed out.

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me like he was reading my mind.

"Why? Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you."

"Wow! That's all I get after you humiliated me."

I mumbled raking my hair back, I sat down and stared at the altar.

"How can you do that to me and not give me a reason?"

I said still staring at the altar.

"Do you even have a heart? You don't deserve to be breathing after what you did in this church."

He came to sit beside me, he leaned back on the seat and stared at the altar too.

He was quiet and it lasted for some minutes.

"Thank you for being here today Chloe, I will tell you when I'm ready."

He said with a soft smile.

"Take care."

He stood up and walked away. I sat down there confused and angry.

He just ruined my life like it was nothing like I was a toy and all he could say was that.

I had to see my parents, they were the only ones that would believe me and clear this mess.

I took a cab back home, I gave the cab guy the money left in my purse when he stopped the car at my driveway.

I got down from the car in a rush and headed for my house but I paused when I saw three boxes, my boxes at the porch.

My parents stood next to the boxes with my sister who was glaring at me, my mom was crying and my dad was trying to calm her down.

"Not you guys too."

I groaned feeling hopeless.

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