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"What do you mean? You're still married?" Chris asks.
Chris is my fiancé. He proposed to me exactly thirty-seven days ago, and I said yes. With all my heart.
Okay, maybe things are moving a bit fast. That's possible. After all, we've only known each other for eighteen months, and I'm just twenty-two. At that age, you usually have other things on your mind than getting engaged and married. But when you know, you know. Then it's right. And age doesn't change that fact.
Chris is the one. I just know it. Sure, my friends and family advise caution because we're still so young, because we haven't known each other that long, but they don't know how I feel, how he feels. And most importantly, they don't know how he makes me feel.
I know, I know, every one of my girlfriends tells me: "Are you crazy? Your whole life is ahead of you, and you want to tie yourself to one man for the rest of your life at twenty-two? It makes absolutely no sense because you haven't even had the chance to gain experience. Your early twenties are for experimenting, so that afterward you know what you want."
I know this speech by heart because I've heard it from all my friends.
I look at Chris, who stares at me somewhat appalled. As if he's never seen me before, as if he's only now realizing who I really am. And this person he sees is not the person he met.
I shrug. "I assumed the annulment had gone through."
And that's true. It was a mistake. A huge mistake to marry that man in Las Vegas after just one night. And completely drunk at that.
When you do something stupid, you have to fix it. That's what we did. We filed for an annulment, and I was completely shocked when I was told while applying for our marriage license that I'm still married. To Cian Walsh.
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