Chapter 24
I became the loughingstock of the entire city.
They said my bride ran away from our high–profile wedding.
Leaving two man fighting over har, neither of them any good.
They sold a jerk like me shouldn’t have messed with her in the first place.
I ignored it all, desperately wanting to see her again.
I searched the entire city but couldn’t find a trace of her.
I finally understood the desperation she must have felt when she searched for me during my disappearance.
She seemed to have deliberately erased all traces of herself.
No one knew where she had gone.
I tried to have someone investigate, but only got the reply: “James, please don’t put me in a difficult position.”
Of course, when she heard me say those things, she had already started preparing to leave.
How could she possibly let me find her?
It was my fault.
True departure isn’t about big fights and scenes, it’s silent.
Emily had truly given up on me
When I realized this, the bitterness in my heart was almost corros
I returned to the bridal suite
All traces of har existence were gone.
She did it on purpose.
Deliberately not leaving me with even the slightest memonto,
Abruptly severing herself from my life in a resolute and ruthless mEmilyr
She was truly merciless.
I searched every room
Finally, in the study, I found what she had left behind.
The gifts I had given her, all shattered
She used this method to draw a clear line between us, telling me she was disgusted by the things I’d given har. And there was the wedding dress we had custom–made in Italy
It had a long toor.
Extending from the waist down to the hom
Iremembered six months ago when we wont to have it made, how she danced with joy, saying she’d finally gotten an appointment with this designer
She said she wanted to be my most beautiful bride on our wedding day.
Back then, her eyes sparkled with starlight
But for the sake of so–called face.
For the sake of so–called unwillingness and revenge.
I hurt the person loved, hurt her sincere heart
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Many times, I understood all too well that Emily’s feelings for me were genuine, passionate, wanting Countless times during midnight awakenings. I recalled those sweet moments spent with Emily. had held each other tight on countless nights, skin to skin, whispering the most touching words of love. Her silky hair, her warm breath, her enchanting smile, are still vividly imprinted in my mind. How happy we were then. She would gently trace my palm with her fingertips, and I would bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her fragrance deeply. Every moment our eyes met was filled with love and promise, but I lost her.
My ridiculous pride, just because she had liked someone else before, made me insanely Jealous.
I forgot about all the beautiful memories we had shared.
Those wedding planning journals were all proof of her love for me, but now they felt like knives stabbing into my heart. As I flipped through them, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
I hugged the wedding dress tightly, as if I could hold Emily that way, desperately trying to fool the warmth, the warmth felt when I used to embrace her, but now there was only cold.
In the empty house, only my tears fell silently.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life making amends, but she would never see me again.