I feel it again.

Your hand that is.

Possessively rested at the base of my back.

You do that when he's near,

And to remind me I'm yours.

Don't you think I know it already?

I can't count how many times you've done that tonight.

I smile and nod at your friends,

Pretending to be the dutiful wife.

I hate your laugh.

I hate your touch.

I hate you.

You forced me into this farce,

Giving me no option but your own.

You like to win don't you?

Oh I know you do.

You couldn't stand the idea of him having me,

You bastard.

He's over there you know.

He's watching us.

Gods, he looks so broken.

Will you stop laughing?

That joke wasn't funny.

Bastard, don't you dare look at me like that.

I'll smile and nod,

I'll put up with this bullshit for him,

I love him enough to put up with you.

Now you're telling them that you and I are planning on having children.

I don't fucking think so.

I want to throw something,

I'm going to throw something,

I have to throw something or I'm going to kill you.

No there will not be a bun in this oven!

I wouldn't bear your seed even if you were the last man on Earth.

Now your hand is at my back again,

Lying there like some snake ready to grab my arm if I try to leave.

I hate you.

I can't say it enough.

I hate the way you touch me,

It makes me feel dirty,

I hate the way you smell,

It makes me nauseous.

He's coming over here,

I watch as he glances at me,

Those beautiful eyes are so full of pain.

Gods, I'm going to cry.

"Congratulations." He mutters in a dead voice.

I can't believe you're smiling you bastard.

I force a smile, but I can't meet his eyes.

Can he see I'm dying inside?

He kisses my cheek, as if I was his sister and not his former lover.

But I am his sister now.

His sister in law.

And they say a woman's wedding day is the happiest day of her life.