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He sat in an easy chair and the only parts of him that were visible to her were the back of his head and his right hand, which was hanging over the arm of the chair with a glass of amber-colored liquid dangling from his fingers. At first, she was so preoccupied by the fact that she had found him after half an hour of searching that what he was watching did not register with her. Then she glanced up and found herself riveted by her own smiling face on the huge flat-screen television. The camera angle changed to include Gerard in the shot; he was leaning toward her, his mouth to her ear as he whispered something intimate enough to make her blush. It was their wedding DVD with the sound turned

Daisy spoke up, her gaze already on James. She wanted to see if James had any other thoughts after all with Celine. But fortunately when James was very calm, he also tried to abandon Celine's plan. Anyway, he and Daisy later got married. She would not let him sleep on the ground because of this, just thinking about it James felt extremely scared. He also did not dare to disobey Daisy's will anymore. "You're right, you're right." James tried to smile, though it was a little reluctant. But it wouldn't be too unsightly, James thought.

They both faced the priest and the ceremony commenced "Good day ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, we are here to witness the holy matrimony between these two beautiful souls, Zoey and Jimmy," the priest started. The priest went on and on and soon he asked them to take their vows, which they did. "You may now kiss the bride," he said and they both sealed their vows with a kiss, with Sheila seeding tears among the guests as everyone cheered them on. Derrick didn't like that she was crying, even though they were tears of joy. It was making him feel restless.

"That's not how it is, Angie. I…" He trailed off. Ultimately, he merely smiled bitterly and swallowed his words. He didn't drink the tea before leaving. Instead, he told Angeline he was going to check on Ned at the hospital. He had intended to leave Krontos after visiting Ned, but Ned had gone missing. Angeline walked him to the elevator. Zachary suddenly said, "I saw online rumors about you marrying Nathaniel Hooper. Is that true?" "Don't trust everything you read online," she said.

The last thing Zach said was, “I’ve repaid all your favors with my life. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t marry you. I’d rather meet her first.” When Yvonne opened her eyes again, she found that she had returned to the past. She was back in the first year of her marriage with Zach. With dull eyes, she looked at the decorations around her as his final words echoed in her mind. She sat on the couch stiffly as a dull pain spread through her heart. It was as if a sharp knife was constantly twisting around it. The pain was so great that she could not breathe. Zach was not dead. Instead, he was living a life with another woman…

A faint trace of his scent—clean and ocean-like—washed over me, and for a brief moment, I found myself lost in it. Then, I turned. Silas stood a few steps away, staring at us with dark, sunken eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his expression was hollow while exhaustion clung to him like a second skin. His gaze locked onto Levi's arm around me. He clenched his jaw so tightly that I could almost hear his teeth grind. "Serena! Who the hell is he?" I frowned and stepped in front of Levi protectively. My expression turned to ice. "Isn't it obvious? He's my husband. You saw the wedding invitation, didn't you?"

AURELIO The drive home was silent. Not the comfortable kind of silence that existed between two people who understood each other. No, this was the heavy, suffocating silence of two strangers trapped in the same car, going through the motions of a marriage that might have died long ago but neither of us had bothered to bury. Beatrice stared out the window, her profile illuminated by the passing streetlights, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd really looked at her. Really ‘seen’ her.

When her father finally passed her hand over to Matteo, Amelia could spot several sparkling tears clinging to the latter’s eyes. "Treat her well," was all Michael Kentwood said before he turned and returned to his seat. "You look beautiful," Matteo whispered, which only caused the smile on Amelia’s face to brighten even further. Whatever nervous butterflies she had previously were quickly blown away by the secure warmth of Matteo’s hands and the gentle smile that curved his lips. With him by her side, she instantly felt a wave of serenity. "Dearly beloved," the officiant started, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Matteo Montgomery and Amelia Kentwood in holy matrimon

Sebastian looked back at me with the full, steady weight of a man who had spent three years losing to me on purpose and had married me and fought beside me and held my hand through things that would have broken a different kind of partnership entirely. “Not on the vote,” he said. “No.” I almost smiled. “Good.” “Good?” “I’d be worried if it had,” I said. “I didn’t marry you to agree with you.” Something moved in his face. The real smile arriving the way it always did — unhurried, unannounced, worth everything. “Three weeks,” he said. “Three weeks,” I confirmed. And just like that, with Julian Reyes in custody and two families breathing for the first time in twenty two years and a marriage tha