When Alexander heard the word “baby,” his last remaining rationality shattered. He suddenly coughed up blood and fell unconscious.Doctors and nurses rushed in to resuscitate him as we exited the hospital ward.Three months later, Alexander was convicted. His reputation was ruined, his fortune was gone, and he was buried under debts he could never repay in his lifetime.After his prison release, he developed severe mental illness.He wandered the streets of Paris daily in tattered clothes. He clung to a piece of charcoal and sketched my face repeatedly on sidewalks and walls.He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...?Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine.When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security.Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had
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