Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 873:

She was wearing the wedding dress he had specially made for her, the ring he had given her, and a bright, joyful smile as she walked toward him.

Allan’s heart swelled with emotion.

He couldn’t find the words, but his tears said everything.

At last, Rachel stood in front of him, holding a bouquet in her hands.

She kept smiling, her face glowing with warmth. Gently wiping away his tears, she teased, “Allan, don’t cry. Tears don’t suit you.”

Allan blinked, holding back his tears.

Rachel knelt beside him, her voice soft and tender. “Thank you for the wedding dress. Our marriage might not have been real in the beginning, but you put your heart into everything—the dress, the rings, the gifts. You did everything for me. So today, I want to do something for you. I’m wearing the wedding dress and marrying you. Look, I even prepared the venue, so you can’t say no. Oh, and I have something special for you too.”

Rachel stood up, her feet pressing into the soft sand, and walked toward the white piano.

“Allan, this song is for you,” she announced.

Her fingers moved across the keys, filling the air with beautiful music. Each note felt like a tiny spark, floating into Allan’s ears.

The breeze played with her long black hair.

The waves crashed softly, their rhythm steady.

But right now, none of that mattered.

The only thing that filled the air was the melody she played.

It was none other than the wedding march.

When the music stopped, she walked back and held Allan’s hand.

“Allan, our wedding ceremony may have been delayed, but I’ve made it happen now. Let’s finish the ceremony together, okay?”

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Allan’s reply.noveldrama

𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⸳ⅽ𝗈𝗺

But to everyone’s shock, Allan used all his strength and rasped out, “No!”

Everyone was shocked when Allan suddenly refused. His weak, hoarse voice barely made it past the sound of the waves.

“Rachel… thank you for all of this… but I don’t deserve it.”

He turned to Alban, his eyes conveying something he couldn’t say.

Alban seemed to understand immediately and handed an envelope to Rachel.

Rachel hesitated, gripping the envelope tightly.

“This… is for me?” she asked.

Alban gave a solemn nod. “Yes, Mr. Vance wrote this himself while he still could. Please read it.”

Rachel’s heart pounded as she opened the letter.

The instant her eyes landed on Allan’s familiar handwriting, her breath caught in her throat. Her hands trembled slightly as she began reading:

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