Chapter 3
The Bride POV
I drove for what seemed to be hours before turning into a B&B. I booked a room under a false name: Charlotte Fox. Once in my room I took off my dress and crawled into bed. I was exhausted form the long drive and from thinking about what I should be doing. What I should have done. Will I am going to be doing tomorrow. I shiver missing the warmth that my groom should be giving me. I cry myself to sleep missing him.
The next day, I pay for my breakfast and I'm back on the road within an hour wondering where my groom and stalker are right now. I keep my eyes on the road but my mind wanders. I think of things I shouldn't be and soon enough my concentration slips too much and I don't brake at the appropriate time. This is not good.
The Groom POV
I walk into the police station holding onto the man who had ruined my big day and the day of the one I love. Her father is holding onto his other arm as we turn him in. We find out that my bride isn't the only person to have been stalked by this man. This makes me angrier and I feel like hitting him again by the man who should be my father-in-law stops me with a look that I know so well. It means 'Don't. It will make things worse.' I understand and tell him this with one of my looks. He nods. The stalker looks blank as he was taken away to a holding cell.
So that was it. The stalker was in jail. All I had to do now was find my lovely bride. Shame I didn't know where she was. We arrived back home. When I say we, I mean me, her father, my best friend, his wife, their adopted daughter and an alien. And when I say home, I mean my house, because it was biggest.
Then the phone rang and I got the biggest shock of my life. My bride had crashed into another car and was now in hospital!
The Stalker POV
I was locked up for looking at beautiful women. I didn't think it was fair. But I didn't want to argue. The man who would have married her made that quite clear. I couldn't believe that I would never see her again. At least I would have her in my memory. I pulled out a picture of her from my pocket. I would always love her. No matter what. Whether she married a git who was old enough to be her dad or not.
At least I knew that I had left a souvenir with her, whether she did or not.