The Wedding He Stole for Her Birthday - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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He'd sworn to protect that charm when my mother gave it to him.
Now he called it "some cheap trinket."
Behind him, Madeline arched a triumphant brow at me.
I snapped. My hand lashed out, wrenching the charm from her neck—leaving angry red scratches in its wake.
I didn't want the hand-me-down dress anymore. Or the secondhand man.
Just the charm.
But bodyguards materialized, blocking my exit.
Alexander knelt beside a sobbing Madeline. "Return it now, and we'll forget this happened."
"She attacked me!" Madeline shrieked, stomping her foot. "You're just letting her walk away?"
A single icy glance from Alexander silenced her.
I stayed mute, clutching the charm to my chest.
His patience shattered. Step by deliberate step, he advanced.
Rough hands pinned me as the charm was torn from my grasp.
Alexander tossed both pendants to Madeline. "If you still want to marry me, behave."
Madeline's smirk turned vicious as she flicked open a lighter. "Funny... I don't think I want it anymore."
"No!" The plea ripped from my throat.
I watched, numb, as my mother's final gift curled into ashes.
Rage ignited my veins. "I'll kill you, Madeline!"
The bodyguards' grip tightened as I turned my fury on Alexander. "Why? Was loving you with my whole heart a crime? Even if it was, I've let you go! Why keep destroying me?"
My voice broke. "Why won't you let me fulfill her last wish?"
Something flickered in his eyes—the hatred in mine seemed to startle him.
For the first time, hesitation cracked his cold mask. In his memory, my eyes had only ever held devotion.
He took an unconscious step forward.
Madeline instantly latched onto his arm. "The guests are waiting."
Just like that, they left—leaving me hollowed out on the rain-slicked pavement.
The wedding decor was gone.
The dress was gone.
Even my mother's hard-won protection was gone.
Tristan might make it back in time, but Mother would know.
I'd failed her.
Rain soaked through my clothes as I wandered aimlessly.
Suddenly, the downpour ceased above me. A black umbrella appeared, followed by a gentle voice:
"Shouldn't you be at your wedding? Why's the bride crying alone?"
In the car's dim light, I finally recognized Tristan—though his face had changed.
He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around my shaking shoulders. Warmth seeped into my bones as I managed a weak smile.
"Sorry, Tristan. Wedding's off."
Now he called it "some cheap trinket."
Behind him, Madeline arched a triumphant brow at me.
I snapped. My hand lashed out, wrenching the charm from her neck—leaving angry red scratches in its wake.
I didn't want the hand-me-down dress anymore. Or the secondhand man.
Just the charm.
But bodyguards materialized, blocking my exit.
Alexander knelt beside a sobbing Madeline. "Return it now, and we'll forget this happened."
"She attacked me!" Madeline shrieked, stomping her foot. "You're just letting her walk away?"
A single icy glance from Alexander silenced her.
I stayed mute, clutching the charm to my chest.
His patience shattered. Step by deliberate step, he advanced.
Rough hands pinned me as the charm was torn from my grasp.
Alexander tossed both pendants to Madeline. "If you still want to marry me, behave."
Madeline's smirk turned vicious as she flicked open a lighter. "Funny... I don't think I want it anymore."
"No!" The plea ripped from my throat.
I watched, numb, as my mother's final gift curled into ashes.
Rage ignited my veins. "I'll kill you, Madeline!"
The bodyguards' grip tightened as I turned my fury on Alexander. "Why? Was loving you with my whole heart a crime? Even if it was, I've let you go! Why keep destroying me?"
My voice broke. "Why won't you let me fulfill her last wish?"
Something flickered in his eyes—the hatred in mine seemed to startle him.
For the first time, hesitation cracked his cold mask. In his memory, my eyes had only ever held devotion.
He took an unconscious step forward.
Madeline instantly latched onto his arm. "The guests are waiting."
Just like that, they left—leaving me hollowed out on the rain-slicked pavement.
The wedding decor was gone.
The dress was gone.
Even my mother's hard-won protection was gone.
Tristan might make it back in time, but Mother would know.
I'd failed her.
Rain soaked through my clothes as I wandered aimlessly.
Suddenly, the downpour ceased above me. A black umbrella appeared, followed by a gentle voice:
"Shouldn't you be at your wedding? Why's the bride crying alone?"
In the car's dim light, I finally recognized Tristan—though his face had changed.
He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around my shaking shoulders. Warmth seeped into my bones as I managed a weak smile.
"Sorry, Tristan. Wedding's off."
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