This time I walked alone following the woman into the event room, lots of invited guests were present as witnesses. I stood before him now, hiding my gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes. Instead, his two monolid eyes stared intently into mine.

"Look at me," he whispers in my ear, then fakes a smile.

Suddenly, my eyes stared right into each other's eyes, until our eyes met each other. Both of his palms open, asking me to reach for him. Slowly I put my hand on his big palm. My chest pounded as he began to pin the wedding ring on my ring finger.

"Smile a little, really ugly,"...