KALIA
"Kalia, wake up." I overheard the loud and incessant voice of soone calling out to from outside my bedroom door.
Before I could process what was going on, the door flew open and Celyn walked into my room with a beautiful smile on her lit up perfectly, contoured face.
Flashes of her face laughing and mocking when I was locked up in that dreadful closet filled my head and I almost found it difficult to breathe. How is she here? Why is she here and not with Callum?
"I just spoke with the secretary at the bridal store and if you don’t leave soon, you’ll wind up late for your dress fitting appointnt." Celyn reminded with a grin as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
I stared at her with wide and confused eyes as mories of myself being locked away inside that gut wrenching closet by Callum filled my head again.
I’m supposed to be dead. Scratch that, I am dead so why am I here? Am I having a bad dream? What on earth is going on right now?
"Where is this place? What are you d-doing here? What am I doing h-here?" I asked in a stutter after finding my voice that was seemingly stuck inside my throat since she pushed that door open.
"What do you an by ’what am I doing here?’ This is our house so where else would I be if not here?" Celyn asked with knitted brows, her unwavering gaze fixated on mine.
"Did Callum say sothing to upset you on your dinner date with him last night?" She asked again and I racked my brains for answers but none were forthcoming.
She tried to feel my temperature but I grabbed her hands halfway to stop her from touching .
I don’t know what’s happening right now but one thing for sure is certain. Celyn is not just my stepsister but also a traitor as well.
I died because of her and I won’t let her fool again with her pretence and good girl attitude until I can figure out what’s going on by myself and why I caught her sleeping with my husband.
"What day is it today?" I am forced to ask after a mont of grave silence and she tilted her head to look at as if I’ve grown a second pair of heads.
"Wednesday." She answered nonchalantly and stood up to her feet.
"I ant the year. What year is it?"
She eyed curiously. "2020. Today is March 10th, 2020."
"Now that you’re done acting like soone who’s lost her mind completely, I’d advise that you get dressed and leave for the bridal store imdiately." She advised .
"Mom will be back ho soon and Callum’s family will be joining us for dinner later this evening. Have fun and don’t miss your way to the psych ward!" She waved at before exiting my room and shutting the door behind her.
March 2020? It can’t be. I muttered under my haggard breath and pushed myself out of the bed.
I found my phone lying on my dresser and I hurriedly picked it up to see the date for myself and there it was, displayed on the screen of my phone just as Ceyln had said.
I had even set a reminder for my dress fitting today and it was displayed there as well. With shaky hands, I placed the phone back on my dresser and stared at my reflection in the full length mirror.
I realized that my hand that was broken when Callum forcefully locked up in that closet wasn’t broken anymore and the clean cut silver engagent ring was very well on my finger.
March 2020 was exactly two years ago from the day I died. It was the year I married Callum. Did I co back from the dead or did I maybe go back in ti? Is this a start over for ?
My hands flew over my stomach and I realized that it was flat which was an indication that I wasn’t pregnant yet so it only ant that I went back in ti to start over again but it seems that this ti, no one knew about it, except .
I still rember what happened today so vividly. I am supposed to et up with Callum at the bridal store for my gown fitting because our wedding was scheduled to take place in two weeks ti.
Does this also an that this was when Callum started cheating on with my stepsister or have they been having an affair with each other before now?
I swallowed hard at the possibility and slowly sat down on my bed as I tried to process my thoughts and put the broken fragnts of my mories together so that I could understand why Callum cheated on .
If he never loved then why did he ever propose to marry in the first place? Why choose to hurt ?
Before I died, I rember him talking about my birthright as my father’s daughter so it must only an that Celyn must’ve told him that I am not my father’s child.
He was aware that I am a bastard’s child and only wanted to take it from before discarding like trash. No wonder he went through all this to get married to .
No wonder he locked up in that closet to kill after getting his hands on it. I rember how suffocating it was being there. The air was tight and I could barely breathe.
I remained there without food and water for days until I passed away. With pain in my heart, I rember begging the goddess to spare my life.
I rember crying for a second chance at life. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m here again. To start from the beginning and correct all my mistakes.
I was a good wife and I made sure to perform all my duties diligently yet Callum still treated like trash.
I loved him so much but he didn’t think twice before stabbing in the back by cheating and killing . Now, he will pay for everything that he had put through.
He will pay for all the tears I cried, for all the lies and betrayal. He will pay for hurting and for making lose my child in the cruelest way possible.
I will not stop until I have taken everything away and rid my future of him permanently. That’s a promise I intended to keep.
Wiping a stray tear that had glued itself to my cheeks, I made my way into the bathroom to shower. There was no point dwelling in the past anymore. I finished up with my bath and settled for sothing suitable to wear.
Just like before, I will be eting Callum at the bridal store but as a different person and not as the naive woman that fell in love with him so I made sure to look my best before leaving the house.
I took my car and drove off to the store. I arrived in less than thirty minutes and made my way inside for my appointnt. I looked around the store filled with beautiful types of bridal dresses.
I had picked this store myself because it was my dream to wear one of their gowns for my wedding. I can’t believe that there was a ti when I wanted this so much.
I could rember how happy I was to try one of the gowns back then. It was my dream to be married to Callum, to be his wife but not anymore.
"Are you ready for your fitting ma’am?" One of the workers asked but I only flashed her a smile and sat down.
"The fitting room is this way." She added, pointing towards a path that led to a closed private door.
"Can you hold on for a few more minutes? I want my fiance to be here when I try it on. He’s very eager to see in my wedding dress and might get upset if I tried it on without him being present." I said to her and she nodded before walking away.
Minutes later, just like clockwork, Callum walked into the store looking as dashing as ever.
At first, I froze when the picture of him dragging away flooded my head but I shook it off as quickly as it ca.
His dress was ruffled and wrinkled in all the wrong places so I knew deep down in my gut that he had just co here after eting up with my step sister.
How co I never noticed it before? The signs were all there in front of but I chose to ignore them because I was madly in love with him. How foolish of .
"Where’s your wedding dress, babe? And why aren’t you putting it on?" He asked in his usual calm and soothing voice that reminded why I fell in love with him in the first place.
"Oh, I guess you were waiting for , right?" He said and tried to touch but I shifted slightly as though his hands would burn . Bold of him to assu that I even wanted him here. If only he knew what was about to happen right now.
"I’m sorry I’m late. I had to wrap up so important docunts at the office, not to ntion that the traffic was terrible on my way down here. I promise to make it up to you." He lied to with a smile.
He was a pretty good liar. How co I never realized it until now? The old gullible would’ve eaten up this excuse but I knew better now.
"Let’s not waste any more ti and start with the fitting. I’m sure that you’ll look beautiful in whatever dress you’ve chosen. I honestly can’t wait to see you in it." He added with an affectionate smile. If only he knew that this marriage wasn’t happening anymore.
I smiled at him. "I’m sorry but you’ll never see in a wedding dress because there will be no wedding. I’m calling off our marriage Callum and I only ca here to tell you that in person."
He laughed. "You’re really funny, babe. I know that you’re angry with but don’t be too harsh. I already apologized, haven’t I?"
Ignoring him, I picked up my bag from the couch. "Do well to tell your side of the family that the wedding is off. I’ll do the sa with mine." I went on to say and rose to my feet.
"W-What? Are you serious? Is this so kind of joke?" Callum stuttered with a confused look on his face which was followed by a soft laugh.
"What are you talking about, Kalia? This wedding is set to happen in two weeks. Everyone is looking forward to it already." He repeated.
"Great! That ans you have plenty of ti left to cancel all your plans and do the needful. It’s over between us, Callum, officially." I stated firmly and made to leave but he roughly grabbed my arm, stopping in my tracks.
"You’re ssing with right?" His brows creased in a thin line and I noticed his jaw clench in anger.
"Everyone is preparing for this union. What do you want to tell my parents? My friends? Are you mad or sothing?" He asked and I forcefully yanked my hands away from his death grip.
"Well, since you didn’t hear the first ti, I’ll say it again." I started, without mincing words.
"This marriage is no longer happening, Callum Alexander Zade because I, Kalia Williams Lockwood, reject you as my mate and my future husband, permanently." I deadpanned while he looked at speechless and at a loss of words.
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