Afraid that I might suffer after marrying into the Blackwell family, Dad offered up nearly half his wealth as my wedding gift, only
for the Blackwell family to give me nearly three times the amount as gifts.
Everyone in the Blackwell family showed me nothing but respect and warmth.
I had thought that leaving the Langston family would leave me unsettled, maybe even aching with regret over the past.
But slowly, all those memories–both joyful and painful–had been replaced by this new life.
Now, even when I remembered them, it felt like someone else’s story, no longer bothering me in the slightest.
On the day I went to try on my wedding gown, I received a call from Mr. Langston Senior.
“Yvonne, we heard you’re getting married. Is it true? My grandsons nearly lost their minds when they found out. They’re just… They still feel guilty, you know. You-”
Before he could finish, I spotted two familiar figures outside the shop’s window.
Our eyes met.
Their faces were dark as they stared intently at me. Their eyes were overflowing with emotions I couldn’t quite read.
Was it pain? Regret?
Or the desperate obsession that comes from wanting something they could no longer have?
Before I could leave, the two of them had already come upstairs.
In a trembling voice, Nigel asked, “Yvonne, are you really marrying Joseph?”
It was just like that day he had confessed to me years ago when his eyes were full of the overflowing affection of a young man.
But now, they were black as ink, impossible to read.
“Did the Blackwell family force you? Tell me. If you don’t want this, no one can make you go through with it!”
After all these years, I’d never gotten to know the real him, nor did he know what I wanted.
I shook my head coldly.
