Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Roy felt like he’d been struck by lightning, frozen to the spot as if someone had just drenched him with ice water. He was shivering uncontrollably, unable to take his eyes off Emma, who stood up on the stage. She was radiant in a pure white wedding dress, her eyes. sparkling with laughter as she stood beside another man.
Next to her was Shelly, glowing in her bridesmaid’s dress, looking like she was witnessing the most beautiful moment ever.”
It hit him like a ton of bricks–this was Emma’s wedding.
His mind went blank, a loud buzzing filling his ears like the world was crumbling around him.
It wasn’t until the officiant’s voice pierced through the noise that he snapped back to reality.”
“Emma, do you take Fred to be your husband? To love, honor, and cherish him in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?“&
Emma watched Fred, warmth spreading across her face with a gentle smile. Just as she was about to speak, Roy rushed up to the stage like a man possessed, his voice raw and desperate, “No! She doesn’t want to!”
The room erupted in gasps and whispers, all eyes on Roy. Shelly’s eyes went wide as she grabbed his arm, hissing, “Roy! What are you doing?! This is Emma’s wedding! I told you to just sit and enjoy the reception. Are you out of your mind?!”
But Roy shrugged off Shelly’s grip, charging toward Emma and grabbing her hand, his voice trembling. “Emma, I messed up! i don’t love Angela anymore. It’s always been you! You can’t marry him. I won’t let you! You told me you were mine. You can’t do this to me…”
Emma was clearly shocked to see him, her expression turning icy. She yanked her hand away, her voice cold and firm, “It’s too late, Roy. I told you, I can love and I can let go. We’re done.”
Roy seemed oblivious to her words, still clinging to her hand, pleading desperately, “Emma, please… I really know I was wrong. You can hit me, scream at me, but don’t marry someone else… Are you trying to kill me? Please, come with me.“}
His voice was filled with pain and regret, his eyes begging. But Emma just stared at him coldly, as if he were a stranger.
Fred, standing nearby, frowned and grabbed Roy’s wrist with a grip so strong it felt like it might crush his bones. His voice was low and icy, carrying an authority that couldn’t be ignored, “Why are you taking my bride away?“}]
Roy snapped his gaze to Fred, madness in his eyes, “She doesn’t love you! She never did!“}]
Fred chuckled softly, turning to Emma with warmth in his voice, “Emma, who do you love?“}]
Emma’s gaze settled on Fred, her eyes full of tenderness and determination. She spoke softly, her voice clear and unwavering, “I love you.”
Fred’s lips curled into a smile as he turned back to Roy, his tone edging on mockery, “You see that?”