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he said, pulling out a small box. Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a small diamond pendant. “It’s not about the wedding,” he said. “It’s about us. The real us.” I let him put it on me. “It’s perfect.” He kissed the back of my neck. “You’re perfect for me.” We danced slowly on the terrace to music from his phone. No cameras. No audience. Just us. “I never want to go back,” I whispered. “We don’t have to rush,” he replied. “But when we do… we go back stronger.”

“Obviously it worked. I stopped breathing. No, this was a joke, a horrible joke, it just had to be. I tried not to, but my mind scrambled desperately through memories. Our wedding, my dress, the vows, the papers we signed, the certificate framed in our room. Marcus spoke again, his voice pulling me back to the present. “And Diane?”

"I know." "I spent two weeks undoing what Paige booked with the florist and the caterer. A hundred people I've never met are coming to my wedding, and half of them already have a save-the-date I never saw. June and Iris are sitting in the front row instead of standing next to me. Paige knew about the rings the same day we ordered them. This was the one thing I thought we still had left, Colin. And now that's gone too." Her voice was not steady anymore, and she did not try to make it steady. "You know how much this meant to me." "And what about what I need?"

Anna said and turned like a miss universe in a pageant, flaunting her simple white dress. "Excuse me. The ceremony is about to start. You can proceed inside the hall now." "Bea, I'm nervous." Never did it cross Anna's mind that her wedding would be a secret from everyone, except Bea and Evan, who will be their only witness to the wedding. It is the only option they have, as both parties' parents kept on being naughty and still pursuing their plan of having Simon marry someone else, for power. "Why? You already have thought about it and changed your mind not to marry Simon, anymore? You know, you can still run away"

He smiled, reaching up to stroke her hair and then touch every feature of her face. She's so beautiful, how did he realize it now? No, it wasn't until now that he had the chance to look at her so closely. “Have you ever regretted marrying me? Not even a proper wedding, you must be so sad. He suddenly felt a little guilty. On the wedding day, he did not come directly to pick her up, but just sat in a corner of the room waiting for her arrival. Not even a marriage certificate, not even an exchange of rings. She has suffered so much loss already.

There was a hint of excitement in his voice, "But don't worry, after all, you are my Luna. I have to prepare well. I will come to pick you up after I have begun prepare the preparations for our wedding ceremony in five days." After that, he turned and left, his steps light, like a wolf running in the moonlight. His back disappeared outside the tent, leaving only a faint earthy scent. Is such a man really as cruel as the legend says? A trace of curiosity arose in my heart, but another emotion-dread soon overwhelmed me. "Harper, are you there?" Jonah's low voice came from outside the tent, interrupted my thoughts. The next moment, he directly lifted the curtain and walked in. His figure was ta

Dante stumbled backward, his gaze hollow as he stared at the hotel entrance in utter disbelief. The wedding had been canceled. "Ms. Ford canceled the wedding herself," the hotel employee added quietly. Maria's expression turned icy at once. She questioned Dante, "What's going on? Today's the wedding day, but where is she? Didn't you say that everything had already been arranged?" Dante's throat was all clammed up. It took him a while to squeeze out the words, "I don't know…"

As I looked at him smiling, I smiled too, even though a heaviness lingered in my chest. “That’s why you have to finish your food.” I fed him again. He ate heartily, finishing his meal and taking his medicine. “Then… you said we would soon hold the wedding ceremony. Haven’t we already married, Sandra?” He wanted to know many things. I knew that even though he was acting accepting of me at the moment, with the memory lost in his head, he was confused. He might feel unfamiliar with many things. “We’ve never had a proper wedding ceremony,” I exhaled softly.

It was as if that could bring me back, yet the stains wouldn't come off. Slumping onto the couch, he sat there for the entire night. He couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. This wasn't the first time he'd canceled weddings, and he was just showing compassion to an orphaned colleague. Why couldn't I be more understanding since he'd never gone overboard with Selena? The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he grew. He drank through the night and started mumbling nonsense, "You're getting unsensible, Ivy. You'd better come back soon, or I'm canceling the 67th wedding."

I quickly turned off the radio, banging my hand on the steering wheel as my sobs increased. What had I done to deserve such a man? I've never stolen another person's lover, so why did it have to be me? My parents had been at the wedding. My little sister, Isla, who I hadn't seen during my and Shawn's visit to my parent's place was at that wedding. Alice, my past workers, and coworkers... almost everyone I knew was In that wedding and had witnessed EVERYTHING that transpired. Everyone except...Gabe! I still valued our friendship and had sent him an invite, but he never showed up. And for some reason, I was glad he didn't. The wedding was merely a sham.