Repulse the Ex-Husband Novel – Every girl dreams of her wedding day and I was no different. Mine might have come about a little differently to most, but I was still excited. My dress was beautiful, our wedding planner had ensured the venue looked magical and most important of all, my husband to be was incredibly handsome and always very kind when we spent time together.
As was our tradition I was a virgin bride. I had a feeling he wasn’t a virgin, but after many hours thinking on it, I’ve decided that at least one of us should know what we’re doing. He’s also six years my senior and Mama tells me sex is different for men. I haven’t told anyone but I’m actually excited for my wedding night, I’m hoping Mattia makes it enjoyable for both of us. I have no regrets in remaining a virgin until now, hearing the stories from girls in both high school and college, most say their first time gave them no satisfaction. I’m hoping my wedding night with Mattia goes differently.
We’ve shared kisses in the last three months since our engagement party, some of them have almost gotten out of hand, but he’s always reigned himself back in and ensured that we keep to tradition. Much to my disappointment. I didn’t even know my body could feel some of the ways he makes me feel, but I’m definitely looking forward to married life and finding out all the ways he can make my body react.
I hear the knock on the door before it’s opened by my father. He wanted a quiet word with me before I started taking photos with the bridal party. With no sisters or female cousins I didn’t have any family to participate in the wedding so I’d chosen my best friend from college, Rachael, and Mattia’s younger sister Mia. We’d become very friendly during the planning of the wedding and I thought it would be nice to include her. Traditionally there would be a lot more people in a wedding party but we had discussed it and Mattia was fine with keeping things intimate.
My father’s face when he saw me in my gown was everything I wanted. He was a very hard man who always had high expectations for me, but he was also kind to my mother and I. Kinder than some of the other fathers I’d been around. I’d obviously been raised to respect my parents but I actually also liked them. I admired their marriage. And today I wanted him to think I looked beautiful. I wanted him to be proud to walk me down the aisle to my future husband. Symbolically giving me away to Mattia for his safe keeping. After twenty years he would no longer be the number one male in my life.
“Look at you! My Angel! I don’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful. You look just like your Mama on her special day. She is going to cry when she sees you in this gown.”
His approval meant everything to me. I’d deliberately asked my mother to wait until I was fully dressed before she saw me in my gown today. I’d been keeping a secret from her. We had gone wedding dress shopping and I had bought a beautiful Galia Lahav gown, but wasn’t actually wearing it until the reception. I had chosen to wear my mother’s dress to walk down the aisle. It had been her mothers and I loved the idea of continuing the tradition. She had been a little sad when I’d pretended I preferred a modern gown, but as was her quiet way she’d smiled during my dress fittings and would never complain. It was my father who helped me access the dress for some small alterations, lucky for me we were a similar size.