Trapped In His Game. Finding My Own Way.

Chapter 8: Wifey?

So, after everything settled down, the case was wrapped up, the cops did their thing, and all the women were safe, I started thinking, "Wow, is this really my life now?" Like, I went from being locked in a cage to going on a real date with a handsome guy, to... well, this. It felt too surreal. Honestly, I thought it was some crazy coincidence, or maybe fate had a weird sense of humor, but something about it just felt... meant to be. And yeah, I was the cat woman who brought down a mafia-like psycho with a heel. What a story.

Arso and I kept seeing each other after that day, and trust me, it was no “I’m-a-hero” thing. I wasn’t with him out of gratitude. Hell, I didn’t even want to make it into some fairytale, but I couldn’t deny it... we had something. A real connection. He was sweet, funny, and most importantly, he made me feel safe. I don’t know if it was the whole 'rescuing' thing or if it was just us... but it was real. We laughed about the stupidest stuff, and he made me forget about everything, the cages, the kidnappers, the fear. With him, it was just... us. Normal.

Three months flew by, and honestly, those were some of the best months of my life. It felt like we were getting closer, like he was the missing piece I didn’t even know I needed. We’d go on little dates, not the kind where he had to "save me" or be some weird, dark knight. We just, you know, dated. I let my guard down. He let his down too. We’d laugh, talk about our dreams, the stupid shit we did when we were younger, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

Then, one night, he pulled this thing that completely took me by surprise. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone (probably some dumb social media stuff), and suddenly he’s kneeling in front of me, holding out a ring. Not like one of those fancy, gaudy rings  but a simple, beautiful one. And for the first time, I was speechless. Like, I swear I couldn’t even breathe.

“Marry me,” he said, voice steady, but his eyes were all... nervous? Was this really happening?

My brain froze. I just stared at him like he was joking, and honestly, for a second, I thought he might be. But then I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I felt this warmth in my chest. He really wanted this. And here I was, thinking I was just this crazy girl who’d had some wild, messed-up adventure. But with him... maybe this was my happy ending. Maybe I really did deserve it.

“Wait... you’re serious?” I managed to stammer, trying to make sense of it. He just smiled, as if he’d been waiting for me to say something.

“I’ve been serious since the moment you kicked Iven’s ass with that heel.”

I laughed, a bit of nervous energy running through me. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m in.” I couldn’t believe it, but at that moment, I realized how much I loved him. The thought of saying "no" didn’t even cross my mind. “Yes,” I said, almost laughing at myself for overthinking it. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

And so, we did. We got married three months later, in the smallest, most beautiful ceremony, just the two of us, a few close friends, and of course, a ridiculous amount of food. I wore a simple white dress that wasn’t too much, just enough to make me feel like I was glowing. He looked... perfect in a suit. We didn’t need the big show or the fancy stuff. We just needed each other. We danced in the middle of the living room, the first time I’d ever felt so... free.

The wedding wasn’t about fancy vows or anyone else. It was about me and Arso, and the fact that despite all the madness, the kidnapping, the fear, we ended up here. Together. The past seemed so far away, like it belonged in a different lifetime. And now, we were starting fresh. A new chapter.

So yeah, life was messy. It was crazy. But if anything, it was mine. And now it was ours. And I guess that’s all I ever really wanted, a little bit of happiness, a little bit of chaos, and a guy like Arso to be there through it all.

And that’s how I ended up being wifey. Not just some random girl who got swept up in a crazy situation, but someone who found love, in the most unexpected way. So here’s to the messes, the surprises, and the unexpected twists that life throws at you.

Because who would’ve thought that one messed-up night would lead to my happily-ever-after?

But hey, I’m not complaining. I’m living it.