Chapter 3: Sold to the Highest Bidder
For my bankrupt family, it was like winning the lottery.
The engagement was meant for my sister, but she already had a boyfriend abroad and refused to marry—especially since Derek had just taken over the company, and everyone thought he was just a pretty face. No matter what, my sister wouldn’t agree to marry him.
She flat-out refused, slamming her suitcase shut and heading back to JFK. I still remember the fight echoing through our house—Mom in tears, Dad cursing in the driveway. I was invisible in the background.
So I, the unlucky one, was pushed forward.
I got my marriage certificate before my diploma. When tallying credits for graduation, the marriage certificate even earned me two extra credits.
The registrar winked and said, "Congrats, kid. That’s one way to get your foot in the door." I forced a bitter smile. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.
I knew from the start that Derek didn’t like me.
When we went to get the marriage certificate, his mother held my hand and waited half an hour for Derek outside the county clerk’s office.
I remember the worn linoleum, the vending machine humming, the receptionist watching Judge Judy on a portable TV. Derek was late, of course, always late.
When he finally arrived, he just glanced at me and told his mother, "Something came up, so I’m a bit late."
He sounded bored, as if the wedding was a dentist appointment. His mother squeezed my hand tighter, an apology in her eyes.
After that, he never looked at me again.
So from the beginning, I knew he didn’t love me.
His distance was a wall I couldn’t scale, no matter how many times I tried.