All Chapters of The Wrong Bride, His Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The morning was cold.I stood at the window, watching the frost creep across the glass in delicate, crystalline patterns. Winter was returning, its icy fingers reaching for the garden. The roses were sleeping, their bare branches dark against the gray sky. The grass was brittle, white with frost. The world outside was silent, muffled by the cold, as if holding its breath, waiting for something to change.Rex walked to me, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath his weight, a familiar sound that usually brought me comfort. Today it only made me more aware of how fragile everything was. His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the fabric of my sweater."You're up early."I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep through my clothes. "I couldn't sleep."He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?"I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "About Isabell

The morning was cold.I stood at the window, watching the snow melt. Winter was fading, its icy grip loosening. Spring was coming, pushing through the frozen earth. The first green shoots were breaking through the soil, tiny and fragile and full of stubborn hope. The air smelled of wet earth and something new, something that felt like a beginning.Rex walked to me, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath his weight, a familiar sound that usually brought me comfort. Today it only made me more aware of how fragile everything was. His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the fabric of my sweater."You're up early."I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep through my clothes. "I couldn't sleep."He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?"I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "About the choice. About what I want."His eyes searched mine. "What do

The morning was cold.I stood at the window, watching the frost creep across the glass in delicate, crystalline patterns. Winter was returning, its icy fingers reaching for the garden once more. The roses were sleeping, their bare branches dark against the gray sky. The grass was brittle, white with frost. The world outside was silent, muffled by the cold, as if holding its breath, waiting for something to change.Rex walked to me, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath his weight, a familiar sound that usually brought me comfort. Today it only made me more aware of how fragile everything was. His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the fabric of my sweater."You're up early."I leaned into him, letting his warmth seep through my clothes. "I couldn't sleep."He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?"I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "Abo

The morning was cold.I stood at the window, watching the rain fall. It came down in sheets, washing the world clean. The garden was green, lush and alive. The roses were blooming, their petals heavy with water, their fragrance muted by the rain. The air smelled of wet earth and new beginnings, of something ending and something about to start.Anna walked to me, her footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath her weight, a sound that was still new to me. She moved differently than I remembered. Lighter. Like someone who had finally made a decision."You're up early."I turned to face her. "I couldn't sleep."She smiled, a gentle curve of her lips. "Neither could I."We stood together, watching the rain streak down the glass. The droplets raced each other to the bottom, merging and splitting, like the paths of our lives."What are you thinking about?" she asked.I looked at her, at the woman who had given me life and then disappeared. "About the past. About all the y

The evening was quiet.I stood by the window, watching the sun set. The sky was painted in shades of pink and gold, bleeding into deep purple at the edges. The garden was peaceful, the roses swaying gently in the evening breeze. The children were inside, laughing and playing, their voices carrying through the open windows like music.Rex walked to me, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The boards creaked beneath his weight, a familiar sound that had become my comfort. His hand found my waist, warm and solid through the fabric of my dress."What are you thinking?"I leaned into him, feeling the strength of his body against mine. "I'm thinking about how far we've come."He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "We've come a long way."I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "Yes. We have."He pulled me close, his arms strong around me. "I love you, Sable."I looked at him. At his storm-cloud eyes. "I love