Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 22 ~ News of Grief

"I'm ready!" firmly Diyan clenched tightly both hands forming one fist. While Nesha was feeling her tight chest, her tears were rushing down. Nesha weeps over her tragic life story, she's already legitimately the wife of a man she doesn't even know. Completely destroyed, the future he had designed in such a way had been shattered beyond measure. Now there was not a single shred of happiness that he would get, there would only be tears, pain, and also regret.

Nesha was startled as Diyan embraced both of her shoulders, raised her face, then looked at her with a sharp gaze. The bright blue netra was able to make Nesha's heart pound irregularly. Nesha looked up, looking at the man who was twenty inches taller than her. Nesha shook her head hoping that the man would no longer continue.

"I am ready ... I will love Nesha, comfort Nesha, honor Nesha, protect Nesha and be faithful to Nesha forever to death" Diyan said in Nesha's face. Tears escaped from both corners of Nesha's eyes when she heard Diyan's words that sounded so loud in her ears. It was too late, his bright future could no longer return. Everything is completely destroyed. Nesha could not help but cry, the sobbing sounded so bitter.

"Congratulations to Mr. Diyan and Miss Nesha. Now the groom must kiss the bride!" the pastor immediately returned to his original position. Nesha was wide open to hear what the priest said, since when kissing is required.

"Do it, I want to see it," said Dayan who was still in the glass box in front of him. The ruthless man who had been tormenting her all this time smiled obliquely, it seemed that he already impatiently wanted to see Nesha crumble, completely smashed into pieces. Nesha had no idea what she had done wrong to Dayan, so much that she hated poor girls like Nesha.

Diyan pulled up Nesha's slender waist with her right hand, then raised Nesha's oval face with her left hand. The burly man with a stern face started to approach Nesha's pretty face, eroding the distance slowly.

While Nesha immediately closed her eyes, hoping to wake up soon in her nightmare. This moment really is the lowest point in her life, getting married and her first kiss will be snatched away by an unloved man who does not love her, nor does she love him,

"Diya, I hope you don't feel the same way you do. I hope you are always happy. God, it's up to you to torture me like what. But, I beg you not my sister," Nesha's conscience is so bitter and resigned. If he knew that the younger brother also did not suffer from him less.

When Nesha's teardrops hit the tip of her pointy nose, Diyan immediately released Nesha. Somehow Diyan felt guilty for what she had just done to Nesha, but clearly Nesha was already his wife.

Nesha could only sob, crying over her unfortunate story. After this, I don't know what other misfortune he will get.

"Good, my sister is really great. Pastor, you can go" a guard came and took the priest away. Don't ask what will happen to the pastor. Because it will certainly be the same as the Sister who previously examined Nesha.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I want to give you sad news. Look at the screen behind you."

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