Chapter 15
Cynthia’s fingers brushed over the emerald necklace, and just as she was about to take it off to look closer, her hand froze
midair
A warm ache welled up in her chest. Her vision blurred.
“Mrs Tracey Mom. Her voice trembled as she finally choked out the word. “Thank you.”
Mrs Tracey’s eyes immediately filled with tears. She clutched Cynthia’s hand tightly, overwhelmed with emotion.
“Oh, sweetheart-good girl”
The coolness of the crystal against her collarbone soothed her, as if easing the soreness in her heart.
Though Mrs Tracey hadn’t mentioned it outright, Cynthia knew.
They must have found out about what happened at the auction. That her mother’s bracelet-her only keepsake-had been
destroyed. And this necklace… it was their way of trying to make up for it. Their way of telling her you’re not alone
anymore
They had thought of everything.
The kindness, the effort-they had given her more warmth than she ever thought she’d feel again.
Cynthia was never one to forget kindness. Her heart brimmed with gratitude, but the words wouldn’t come fast enough.
So she could only murmur, again and again, “Thank you… Nate, thank you. And… thank you, dad.”
She reached up to touch the necklace once more, gently, cherishing it deeply.
The three Traceys exchanged a glance and smiled, their joy mirrored in each other’s eyes.
Nathan gently patted her back and pulled out a tissue, wiping away her tears with infinite care.
They now he whispered, “no more tears. You’re the bride today, remember? The most beautiful one. You’re with family
now, there’s no need to carry anything alone anymore.”
Me voice wat warm, like sunlight through a window.
Cyntes arrier blanking back the remaining tears for a moment, it felt like she’d stepped back in time-to when her Dakers were still alive. That same warmth, that same feeling of being unconditionally loved.
The ceremony resumed
Agentie prane melody floated through the air Nathaniel slowly lifted her veil and leaned in, his lips brushing softly
gamist the corner of her mouth
A kiss of promise Tender and real
By the time Aissander afund in tomport the sun was already seking
Even though he’d pushed everything to the linn-suting every comer pulling every string it was still too late. The wedding was over
The once bustling site was now sent, save for scattered flower petals and waying ribbons, edence of the celebration
that had ended.
Chapter 15
Alexander stood in the middle of it all, unmoving
“Cindy- you really mamed him? His voce was hoarse and bitter. You said you stay with me fever. You sad i was the
one who’d take care of you forever
His expression twisted shadowed and unreadable. Rage laced every word
Without warning he punched the decoratue foral arch behind him. The impact shattered blooms and sent petals tumbling, while hidden stoms tore into the skin of his knuckles.
Blood bloomed across his hand. But he didn’t finch, as if it was nothing
Instead, a dangerous, broken smile curled his lips.
“Cindy.” he muttered, his voice frayed at the edges. “Are you really going to push me this far
The thoms dug deeper. Still, he didn’t pull them out-he pressed harder.
It was the only thing that kept him grounded. Pain was the only thing keeping him sane
His grip trembled. The reopened wounds on his palm oozed crimson, but he welcorect.
Tracey family… is it?”
The moment he found their location, he jumped back into his car and drove like a madman
He reached the gated estate in record time, only to find the iron gates sealed.
The guard, clearly under strict instruction, ignored the blaring hom no matter how long Alexander laid on t
Seconds ticked by like hours.
He couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t wait
If he hesitated-if he lost another second-he might miss Cynthia forever.
