vows 2

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Chapter 2

The wedding turned into a farce.

Parents from both sides rushed onto the stage, demanding an explanation from me.

Dylan’s colleague, a young officer named Oliver Stein, stammered,

“Emilia, don’t get me wrong. It’s… We got new leads for a crucial case. Mr. Degnan has to go right away, but he’ll be back soon!”

Oliver had been working with Dylan for five years.

In the past, whenever he saw me, he’d always greet me with a smile, calling me “Emilia.”

At th

moment, though, he couldn’t bring himself to look me in the eye.

Part of my heart caved in.

A piercing pain spread from my heart to every limb in my body.

My dad was trembling with anger. “This is ridiculous! What could possibly be more important than a wedding? How could he just leave you here like this?”

Dylan’s parents looked guilt–stricken, blurting out apologies over and over as they kept redialing Dylan’s number.

Nobody answered the phone because he ran off to save Mandy.

I was left alone–still in my wedding dress–standing on that stage like a fool, absorbing everyone’s pity, whispers, and stares.

All of a sudden, I became breathless. The room blurred, and then

everything went black.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital..

The doctor advised me, “You’ve just had an embryo transfer. You need to rest more and must not get emotionally worked up, otherwise it will affect the implantation.”

I looked at my parents, who stood by the bed, their faces showing a hint of relief mixed with worry.

I pulled at the corner of my mouth, and tears finally fell.

How could I tell them that I had endured all the pain of ovulation induction and egg retrieval alone, just to have a child with Dylan?

Just yesterday, I was full of hope and implanted that long–awaited embryo

of ours.

But now, the father of this child had abandoned us for another woman.

Before long, Dylan arrived.

He looked tired, and his eyes were filled with guilt as he looked at me.

He asked my parents to step out, leaving just the two of us in the ward.

He took my hand as he fell silent for a long time. Then he said in a hoarse voice, “Emilia, I’m sorry.”

I waited for his next words, for an explanation.

But he said, “Mandy’s condition is critical. I’m begging you, don’t make this a big deal, okay? She can’t handle any more stress.”

I looked into his earnest eyes, and it felt like a huge hand had clamped down on my heart, squeezing so tightly that I could barely breathe.

His first thought wasn’t for my humiliation.

Nor was it to ask why I’d ended up in the hospital.

It was only of her.

That young woman, Mandy.

I bit back my tears and forced a single word past my throat. “Fine.”

He let out a visible breath, relief softening his features, and went on. “When she found out I was getting married, she had an emotional breakdown. I need time to steady her, to work out a new treatment plan.

“Emilia, after all we’ve been through these seven years–what’s a few months? Once she’s stable, we’ll redo the wedding. Promise.”

A few months.

I waited seven years for him.

A few months–I could’ve waited forever, once.

But suddenly, I didn’t want to wait anymore.

I pulled my hand back and spoke calmly, “Dylan.

“At 18, when you confessed to me, my palms were sweating from nervousness–I found it both funny and thrilling.

“At 20, you held me and cried like a child downstairs in the dormitory. It was the first time I realized what it felt like to be loved unwaveringly.

“All these years, you kept every word you said, fulfilled every promise you made to me. I always thought your love for me, just like mine for you, had seeped into our souls.”