Chapter 1598:

“I do,” Elena answered, her voice soft but certain.

The minister lifted his hands with solemn gravity.

“Then, by the grace of heaven, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Spencer, you may kiss your bride.”

Though Wesley looked composed, the hand laced with hers trembled faintly. At the minister’s words, a sheen of tears glimmered in his dark eyes. He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin, and pressed his lips to hers.

A single tear slipped free and landed on Elena’s cheek. Startled, she looked up and caught the faint redness in his eyes. Her heart fluttered. Why was he crying?

“Hey,” she whispered, brushing his tear away with her fingertips.

“Why are you crying?”

Wesley’s voice came out rough, thick with emotion.

“I’m just… happy.”

He looked at her as if he were memorizing her face, love burning quietly in his gaze—steady, deep, and fierce enough to unmake him.

Elena would never fully grasp the depth of his love for her—how its intensity frightened him, how it humbled him to his core.

Today, at last, he had done what he once only dared to dream of.

He had married the woman he loved.

Everyone in the audience watched as Elena and Wesley took center stage, showering them with cheers and well-wishes. Lydia’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Elena finally found her happiness with Wesley,” she whispered.

“She’s waited so long for this—she deserves every bit of joy that comes her way.”

Jeffry brushed away the tears clinging to her lashes, his hold on her hand gentle but steady. Leaning close, he murmured, “We’ll have our own happiness too, Lydia. I’ll love you forever.”

Holding Lydia’s hand, Jeffry felt as if the hollow place in his chest had finally been filled, as if he’d reclaimed the love he once lost. This time, he swore he would never let her go again.

𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 → gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝖼𝗼𝗺

Lydia nestled against his side, laughter bubbling up.

“Of course. The only woman you can love in this lifetime is me. That’s nonnegotiable.”

Off to the side, Charlette smiled and raised her glass in celebration.

“Wesley never gave up, and now he gets his happy ending. Cheers to that.” She took a sip of wine.

Before she could take another, Ellis reached over and gently took the glass from her hand.

“Easy. No overindulging tonight.”

Charlette arched a brow, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

“Look at you, acting like you already own the title of husband.”

Ellis pulled a folded marriage certificate from his pocket and held it up.

“We’re already married.” Legally speaking, he truly was her husband.

Charlette’s eyes widened.

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