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Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 10
Third-Person POVThree days later, Lucas went to the partitioned room Beatrice had rented. The lights in the hallway were still out. He made his way up the stairs in the dark and pushed open the door. The room was so tiny that it was hard to even turn around inside. There was a single bed, a desk, a chair, and several cardboard boxes stacked in the corner. He crouched down beside the bed. The bed frame was heavy, and his hand trembled slightly as he lifted it. Underneath sat an old-fashioned safe, rusted and with most of its slate-blue paint peeled away, exposing the dark red rust beneath. He crouched down and stared at it for a few seconds before reaching out to turn the combination dial. 1425. With a soft click, the lock sprang open. There was only a debit card inside the safe. Lucas took it out and turned it over, recognizing it as the one he had given Beatrice seven years ago. He peered deeper inside and saw a folded sheet of paper pressed against the bottom of the safe,
Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 9
Beatrice's POVWhen the wig was fitted onto my head, I looked at myself in the mirror, lost in thought for a second. The woman in the mirror wore a white gown with exquisite makeup and gentle features; she looked just like an ordinary bride."You look beautiful," the makeup artist said softly. I smiled, my lips trembling slightly. The wedding was held on a field of grass by the sea. Lucas had rented out the whole area, setting up two rows of white chairs with a petal-strewn path down the middle. At the end of the aisle stood an arch draped in white tulle and gardenias. When the ocean breeze blew through, the fabric fluttered, and the petals drifted in the air like a gentle snowfall. It was an intimate gathering of only a few dozen guests. The moment they saw me, the bride, sitting in a wheelchair, everyone fell silent. No one said a word or whispered among themselves. Everyone watched quietly as I—in a white gown—was slowly pushed down the petal-strewn aisle by a nurse. I
Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 8
Beatrice's POVThe ceremony had taken place by the ocean, in a venue Lucas had chosen. I had once told him that I wanted to see the ocean. But in my previous life, I had never managed to leave the hospital until the day I died. My last glimpse of the sea had been on the television screen in my hospital room. It was a documentary about the Melvaris, where the water was so blue it looked unreal. This time, he was determined to bring the ocean to me.…My condition continued to worsen. On the 28th day, I coughed up so much blood that it stained half my pillow crimson. Lucas scooped me into his arms and rushed me into the emergency room. After a grueling hour, the doctors managed to drag me back from death's door. …Seven days before the wedding, I could no longer sit up on my own. Every day, I could only lean against the bed, and after taking a single bite of food, I needed to catch my breath for three minutes. However, I was still revising my wedding plan—lighting angles, tab
Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 7
Beatrice's POVAfter reading the contents, his expression changed in an instant. He snatched the iPad right out of my hands. "Why are you still working on this?"I blinked up at him. "Ms. Beaumont hasn't settled the final payment yet." "Beatrice!" Lucas' voice rose. "Don't work on this anymore.""I gave her my word." "In that case, I'll tell her the wedding's canceled."I froze for a moment. "What did you just say?""I said the wedding's canceled," he repeated. "I'm not going to marry her."The room fell dead silent. My eyes misted over when I looked at him. Yet, I blinked them back. "Don't do this, Lucas."I let out a soft sigh. "Lucas, when I was planning this wedding, all I could think of was that at least I could do this one thing for you in this lifetime. Ms. Beaumont's a good woman who can stay by your side for the rest of your life. If you marry her, your career will thrive, and your life will be so much easier." Lucas stood frozen in place, as if he had been nail
Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 6
Beatrice's POVMy voice was light as a feather. "Later, when I ran out of medication, you started taking every odd job you could find—hauling freight, driving ride-share, delivering food late into the night—just to scrape together enough money for my next round of chemotherapy."I paused before looking out the window. The first light of dawn had broken along the horizon, casting a faint glow over the cityscape and revealing the outlines of the buildings in the distance. "Once, you gave me a bouquet of gardenias. That day, you completed 32 food deliveries. You stank of sweat, and your cuffs were smudged with dirt from hauling cargo. "When you pulled that bouquet out from behind your back, the flowers were already starting to wilt. Then, you wished me a happy birthday." Lucas' hand was shaking, and I could feel it against my palm. "I kept those gardenias on the windowsill in my hospital room. I kept them alive for seven days, and when the last petal fell, I'd just finished my f
Planning Dream Weddings to Fund My Funeral Chapter 5
Beatrice POVThe hospital's fluorescent lights were glaring, almost blinding. I opened my eyes and stared at the light fixture for several seconds. My stomach felt as though someone was squeezing it, twisting my insides. A tube had been inserted through my nose, sending a cold sensation throughout my body. A needle was stuck into the back of my hand, and transparent fluid slowly dripped into my veins, drop by drop. I wanted to move my arm, only to realize someone was lying face down beside my bed. It was Lucas. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days. His shirt was rumpled, his collar unbuttoned, and dark stubble covered his jawline. The light from the corridor filtered in, accentuating the heavy dark circles under his eyes. Gazing at him quietly, a dull ache suddenly pierced through my chest.I gently moved my fingers, longing to run my hand through his hair like I used to in my previous life. However, as the needle tugged at the skin on the back of my hand, the faint stin
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