My Husband's Wedding- Chapter Three

My Husband’s Wedding

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

A/N: Okay, here, finally is Chapter 3, which, as I remember, I promised to be more eventful than the first two. I don’t give away too many story facts or information for it to retain the mystery, and to avoid information overload. One chapter just cannot contain all the details, so I’ve learned. So I expect that for all of you to understand the story, you will follow it…I hope. Here’s Pre-Wedding Disasters, everyone, but before anything else, I’d like to thank the people who reviewed the story, even just based on the synopsis. Some may think I’m over-enthusiastic or anything, getting excited over a few people’s comments, but I’d like you to understand that I love to please people, and just reading your comments make me happy. And the reason why I update the stories immediately, even with just a handful of reviews unlike other authors who demand loads of reviews before continuing, is that I believe that if there is a single reader who wishes me to continue the story; I should do so, just for the sake of that one person. And oh! Rating might change...

Anyway, thanks to:

My Husband’s Wedding Reviewers:

MoonHikaru

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Yukyungtang - Most especially thanks to you there! Two more years and I hope you make it good! Good luck next school year!

Nedra Iwerks – This story has no prologue, anyway… Just some flashback scenes! Or a whole chapter dedicated to the so-called ‘past.’

Angel Cherry Blossom – I sure am glad to please you…

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dbzgtfan2004 – Thanks for reviewing and reading (If I’m not mistaken) all my current fanfics. Hope you’ll continue to help me continue!

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Themightylupe – I think you’d understand now if you continued reading the story… Those are just my proposed stories… and My Husband’s wedding is the star of the show…

…And for one reviewer who refused to be named, thanks to you, too! You know who you are…but I don’t…Hope you’ll continue to read it!

Fated Reviewers:

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Themightylupe – Thanks for the (If, again, I’m not mistaken) eight reviews you gave this story, I’m very overwhelmed… Well, don’t let me keep you, guys, on to Chapter Three… But thanks again, for the last time this chapter!

3: Pre-Wedding Disasters (or the Much-Awaited Meeting)

Witch-Mistress-Animaru

It is barely two weeks before Tomoyo and Eriol’s wedding, and the practices have begun a week ago.

Luckily for both of them, Sakura and Syaoran’s paths have not crossed yet. But she knew that they soon will.

What she didn’t know was how soon it would be.

Eriol and Syaoran

“This is the eighth time you have declined my request of your presence at the practices, Syaoran,” Eriol stated, wiping his glasses and putting them on again.

Syaoran shot Eriol an indifferent glance before going back to his work.

“You count them too much, Eriol. Anyway, the LGC is in deep water these days, I cannot leave it to the hands of other people. I will come when I can.”

“Hah!” Eriol exclaimed incredulously at his response. “If I didn’t know any better, perhaps I’d believe that crap. Do not deny it; you do not wish to see her again.”

Syaoran stopped what he was doing altogether. His face was pale and his hands were clenched tightly.

“Iie. There is nothing to be said anymore between us, and I admit that I indeed wished to postpone our meeting, but that is so that she will not be placed in shame.” His eyes burned, but it abruptly changed to the cold look once more that Eriol thought he imagined it. “If there is someone who should be guilty, it is not I.” He added, when Eriol stared at him with disbelief on his face.

“Ah, yes… But you cannot escape each other no longer, Syaoran. After all, as you said, you have nothing to be guilty about. So, you will come in today’s practice, or else…” Eriol’s glasses flashed dangerously, threatening so.

“Bah, those threats are nothing to me… But just the same, to prove my innocence you so much doubt, I’ll come. Three o’clock this afternoon, I take it?”

“Hai. At the town church, Syaoran. We, or rather, I, will be expecting you.”

“No one else will be informed?” He asked suspiciously.

“No, no one. Unless, of course, you wish me to alert Sakura?”

“Iie. There is no need to do so. I’ll be seeing you then.” He turned to the door and was about to leave when Eriol uttered something.

“Ne, Syaoran,” He said, “Do you happen to know Xiao Chen, Sakura’s—” But Syaoran cut him off.

“Iie, Eriol, I do not know anything about her anymore… And I don’t think I ever knew her anyway… So don’t tell me. I don’t intend to know anything about her or anything that involves her.”

With that, he opened the door and left, closing it with such force that it slammed and threatened to break.

That, Eriol thought, was an aftermath of anger, due to jumping to conclusions.

Eriol smiled sardonically. He wanted to help the two, who were obviously in love with each other still… But their pride gets in the way.

One of these days, Syaoran…You’d like to meet him, and know who he is, which cannot be denied…Seeing as how you two look so much alike…You’d love your son, Syaoran…He thought ironically before he himself walked out of the office.

-Syaoran-

He slammed the door shut behind him.

Syaoran never felt so infuriated in his life. As if he had a right to feel so...When he already has a wife-to-be...

But she's still your wife! A voice inside his head argued.

No, not anymore! Well...yes, but only in name! I haven't even seen her for five, six years!

He still has to divorce Sakura before he can marry KinomotoXi Keira.

Yes, ironic as it was, he is engaged to Sakura's sister...Or rather, her stepsister. Xi Keira's mother married Fujitaka years and years ago. But nevertheless, she is considered family, despite being a pure-bred Frenchwoman. But her mother happens to be dead already, like Sakura's mother...

Very few people knew his marriage to Sakura, even her father knew nothing of it. So he supposed that Xi Keira knew nothing of it, too, not to mention the fact that she was not in good terms with Sakura. Most of the people who knew were intimate relations to both of them, but some, after their separation, thought they were already divorced. Others, like Eriol, knew otherwise.

He sighed at the memories that rushed in.

Ne, Syaoran, do you happen toknow about Xiao Chen, Sakura's—

He went rigid once more at the thought of what Eriol had mentioned minutes before. If Sakura already had a Xiao Chen-whoever in her life, then it is time to get even.

What does he look like? Is he better-looking than me? Argh! Quit thinking like that Syaoran! You already have your own life to live! Quit it! (A/N: Silly Syaoran... if he only knows who Xiao Chen is, will he think the same? giggles)

His fists clenched on his phone tightly as he dialled Keira's number.

"Moshi-moshi, Syaoran-kun!" A shrill girlish voice answered at the other the use of his name, he had a fleeting image of a certain auburn-haired, emerald-eyed girl he met once in his life.

Ah! Get out of my head, Sakura! Quit invading my thoughts!

"Moshi-moshi, Keira-chan. Care to come with me someplace later?" He asked, shaking his head to drive thoughts of Sakura away.

"O-Of course, Syaoran, I'd love to... Kedo...you sound funny, luv...Is everything okay?" She asked in a honey-laced voice that annoyed him secretly.

"I am...alright. Just pooped out, I guess. I'll fetch you about quarter to three, will that be okay?"

"Hai!"She replied animatedly before turning her phone off.

Sure, she's excited, but why is he unhappy? Removing the thought off his head, he headed out of the Li Building to the car park.

Practice

Sakura gigglednervously as she tripped yet again on her way to the altar.

"Sakura-chan, for the nth time, be careful!" Tomoyo shouted at her best friend, torn between amusement and mild annoyance.

"Gomenasai, Moyo-chan! You know I can be clumsy at times...Promise I'll be careful next—Hoe!" She mutteredas she tripped on thered carpet , yet again, on her way to Tomoyo. Everyone sweatdropped at this scene. Sakura, thoroughly embarrassed, stood up and laughed at her clumsiness.

A few more pointers and mistakes afterward, Sakura managed to walk straightly on the aisle without tripping.

Sakura heard Tomoyo shout a "Yatta! Well done, Saku-chan!" beside her, but her eyes fell on Eriol's face.

"Eriol-kun, daijobu desuka?" She asked carefully. He looked disoriented, and kept glancing at his wristwatch every five minutes. He seemed annoyed by something, to the point of distraction, one thing she did not know Eriol to be. He was always calm and contained, and he never looked like this way before.

"Eh?" He asked, obviously surprised. "Ano, I'm okay, Sakura. I was just thinking of something..." With that, he shook his head and walked towards Tomoyo, who was also looking worried by Eriol's actions. She saw Tomoyo bombard him with questions, in which he shook his head frantically, trying to dodge Tomoyo's hand which felt his temperature.

Just then, a resounding screech of car brakes caught everyone's attention. An overwhelmingly familiar black car stood outside, gleaming under the sun.

Sakura felt her pulse race as the door of the car opened, revealing someone she was not—and would never be— prepared to see again in this lifetime. Li Syaoran. And what's more, he was with someone she hated with such a passion...Xi Keira Kinomoto, her stepsister adopted by her father.

As the two walked hand-in-hand towards the church, Sakura felt a sickening painin her chest. Suddenly her throat constricted, a lump forming in it as tears brimmed her eyes. Before she could stop it, a tear spilled from her eye and she whisked it away furiously.

So he's back. What's the big deal? She thought angrily as the people inside the church gathered around the two.

She didn't know what big a deal his return will mean to her life. Or Xiao Chen's.