All Chapters of Don't Touch The Bride : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CherylTwo months of living quietly with Laura in the family house, and now—after long exhausting hours of flight—our plane was descending into London.I stared out the window, my fingers resting on my bump, and for the first time in a long while, I felt… light.I had made a rough, terrifying choice, but I was glad—deeply glad—that Laura had supported me every step of the way. She has been the mother I never had, steady and strong when I felt like I was breaking apart.I chose not to tell Miles about the babies.Yes. Babies.The scan showed twins, and Laura smiled knowingly, saying, “The Han genes,” as if it was a blessing passed down through blood.And I decided: I will not have Miles hating my children before they even take their first breath.I am not getting rid of them. Ever.If keeping them means losing Miles forever, then so be it. I don’t care anymore.Laura keeps telling me, over and over, that nothing is more important than these babies right now. And she’s right.I sent eve

CherylI was making dinner, Tristan was over tonight.I met Tristan at a coffee shop—there’s just something about me and coffee shops, like they’re little turning points in my life.It had been hard for me at first, learning to like someone again, to really let go and move on completely from Miles. For the longest time, it felt impossible. But somehow, it happened. It happened slowly, unexpectedly—Tristan was patient, sweet, gentle with me and with my babies.I never thought it would get this serious. But it did.We haven’t talked about marriage in detail. Whenever Tristan brings up the topic, I dodge it. I change the subject, I smile awkwardly. But then—he proposed anyway. And I couldn’t say no. Not because I didn’t love him or because I’m still hanging on to Miles… but because the idea of getting married again genuinely scares me.Tristan and I know everything about each other, we’ve laid it all out—so we don’t repeat my mistakes with Miles. And Tristan is so different—gentle, kind,

Cheryl I watched as Miles handed Minnie his chocolate bar—he had accidentally knocked hers out of her hands and they both knew better than to pick food up off the floor.It warmed my heart, honestly.“That’s exactly what Miles would have done,” Minnie sighed, leaning against my shoulder.She misses her brother, but they’re both so stubborn.“If you see Miles, please talk to him,” I began gently. “He loves you. He wasn’t trying to make your dad’s funeral about himself. You and your dad probably never even had a proper fight in your whole life, but it wasn’t the same for him. They never saw eye to eye—it was either yelling or silence. I think he hated that, and maybe he only really realized it after he died. He wasn’t trying to make it about himself, he was just… hurt. And they had just spoken the day before. I don’t know what they said, but it seemed like they were finally trying to get along.”I know Miles is an asshole, but he loves his sister. Maybe—just maybe—what happened between

Miles“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” I said, pacing like a madman. “I’ve just spent the past five years completely oblivious to the fact that I had children—real, flesh and blood children. And the whole reason I didn’t want to have kids in the first place was because of lives like mine. I was scared I couldn’t promise I’d always be there. I was scared I’d mess them up. I didn’t want to bring children into this world only to ask them to suffer because I couldn’t come through for them.”I dragged a hand down my face.“And now? Now I’ve had kids for five years. Five damn years I’ve been absent from their lives. Tell me, what do you want me to do now? How do I fix this? How do I just walk into their lives and pretend like I belong there?”My voice cracked.“Cheryl should’ve told me. She should have told me she was pregnant. I would never have asked her to get an abortion—never. But I had no idea. No idea she was pregnant. That divorce? It was an impulsive decision. I was

Cheryl In a few days, we had to travel back to London, and the kids having to leave Miles was a lot harder than I thought. They’ve only known him for like a week. So dramatic—Minnie didn’t stop crying until she fell asleep. Miles was just impressed that his dad owns an airplane.His friends’ ears at school are going to bleed because he’ll never stop talking about it.I was also in my feelings, feelings that made my chest hurt physically. I was scared of the reason because I knew it—but hated to admit it.I don’t want to leave him. I don’t know what I want, but I feel really bad, like I’m making a bad decision… like I’m ruining my life.I touched my cheek where he had pecked me earlier.Oh God.This is bad.For me. For Tristan.I don’t want to marry him and spend the rest of my life wanting the father of my kids—because he is always going to be a part of my life. Five months later“Pass me the knife, please,” I said to Tristan, who immediately grabbed the knife and p