All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 201 - Chapter 204

Amaya POV“You look so beautiful,” Briella said in awe while I stared at my reflection in the mirror.I was in a big white wedding dress, my hair styled up, and the necklace he had given me resting against my collarbone. This was my dream dress — the one I never got to wear the first time we got married.Now, staring at my reflection after all these years, the weight of it hit me, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry. You’ll ruin your makeup,” Briella said, sounding so genuinely concerned it made me snort, fighting back a laugh.“I’m fine,” I whispered, smoothing a hand down the dress, feeling the satin under my fingers. “It’s just… I never thought I’d get this moment back.”Briella’s eyes softened and she gently placed a hand on my shoulder. “You deserve it. Both of you do.”Her words only made my chest ache more, but in the best way. I turned slightly, catching sight of the twins in their tiny white outfits in the crib beside me — Matteo al

Amaya POV“Five, four, three…”The countdown echoed around the reception hall, everyone’s voices mixing with laughter and cheers as I tightened my grip on the bouquet. I had swapped my heavy wedding gown for a sleek, elegant dress that let me actually move without worrying about tripping over layers of fabric.Now I stood in the center of the dance floor, the supposed single women behind me, ready to catch.“Two… one!”I tossed the bouquet high over my shoulder. It flew in slow motion, but just as one woman was about to catch it, Cyrus leapt out of nowhere, snatching it mid-air.The crowd gasped in unison. A few people muttered under their breath—even Dante gave him a weird look. Why would he do that?But Cyrus ignored every single stare. He walked straight toward the center of the dance floor, bouquet in hand, and without hesitation, grabbed a mic from the band.“I’m sorry, Amaya,” he said as his gaze met mine. “But I have to do this.”My brows knitted in confusion, and I couldn’t he