All Chapters of The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchBook Two: The Green DawnChapter 201: The World Without NamesThe sunrise was unlike any Ama had ever seen.It wasn't silver.It wasn't gold.It wasn't blue.It was green.Not the green of forests.Not the green of spring.Something deeper.The color of possibility before it became reality.Ama stood upon the great leaf as it drifted gently downward.The tiny green sprout still rested in her palm.Its single leaf swayed toward the horizon.As if it already knew the way.The ancient Tree was gone.Not because it had vanished.Because it was now impossibly far away.Like a dream remembered after waking.The leaf finally touched the ground.Softly.Without a sound.Ama stepped off.The earth beneath her feet felt warm.Alive.She looked around.There were hills.Rivers.Mountains rising in the distance.Fields stretching endlessly beneath the emerald sky.Everything was beautiful.Everything was empty.No villages.No roads.No smoke rising from distant ho

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchBook Two: The Green DawnChapter 203: The Space BetweenThe whisper returned."Ama..."It drifted through the silent city like a breath caught between two heartbeats.The newborn tree shivered.Its four-colored leaves—silver, gold, blue, and green—dimmed ever so slightly.The bells that had only moments ago celebrated the birth of names fell silent once more.Harbor slowly stepped in front of Ama.His voice remained calm."Our first visitor has arrived."Ama scanned the empty plaza."I don't see anyone.""You won't."Harbor's gaze remained fixed on the shattered mirror."Not until it chooses to be seen."The broken mirror rippled.The cracks spread across its surface like veins.Then...The reflections disappeared.Only darkness remained.Not black.Absence.The kind of emptiness that existed before light had a chance to arrive.A single silhouette stepped forward.Featureless.Neither man nor woman.Neither young nor old.Only an outline.Yet everyone

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchBook Two: The Green DawnChapter 205: The First TearThe tear did not fall.It hovered.A single crystal suspended upon a face that had never truly possessed one.The entire plaza watched in silence.No one had imagined that the being called the Space Between could cry.Least of all...The Space Between itself.It reached toward its own cheek.Its fingers brushed the tiny droplet.It stared at the moisture resting upon its hand."What..."Its voice faltered."...is this?"Ama smiled gently."I think you already know."The figure slowly shook its head."I do not.""I have watched tears.""It is not the same."Harbor stepped beside the opening in the broken barrier."There is a difference between witnessing rain..."He looked kindly at the figure."...and becoming wet."The words lingered.The crystal tear began to glow.Silver.Then gold.Then blue.Finally...A faint thread of green emerged from its center.The newborn tree responded immediately.Its br

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchBook Two: The Green DawnChapter 207: The First Spoken NameThe world waited.No wind stirred the meadow.The rivers became still.Even the butterflies hovered in silence.The glowing butterfly rested between the child and the former Shadow.Upon its wings shimmered a single name.Not written in ink.Not carved in light.It seemed alive.Changing ever so slightly with every heartbeat.The former Shadow hesitated."I..."Its voice trembled."I do not deserve this."The child smiled."Names aren't earned."A pause."They're received."Ama felt those words settle deep within her.She remembered Harbor accepting his name.Not claiming it.Accepting it.The difference mattered.The former Shadow slowly extended a trembling hand.Before their fingers could touch the butterfly—The child gently shook their head."No."The Shadow stopped."Not with your hand."The child reached forward.Resting a tiny palm over the Shadow's heart."With this."The heartbeat gre

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchBook Two: The Green DawnChapter 209: Beneath the Living RootsThe voices did not call in unison.Each spoke differently.Some were deep.Some were soft.Some sounded like children.Others carried the wisdom of countless centuries.Yet together...They formed a single greeting."Ama."The staircase of living roots continued to rise.Each step wove itself from emerald vines.Golden moss bloomed along the edges.Tiny silver flowers opened where each root touched the earth.Blue streams of light flowed beneath the living wood.The four colors of the Dawns.United.The great green tree bowed.Not from weakness.From respect.The forest that remembered grew silent.Even its ancient face lowered toward the staircase.Harbor whispered,"I've never seen the roots move."The child smiled."They don't move."Harbor blinked."They invite."Ama looked at the opening beneath the tree.There was no darkness below.Only warm green light.It felt familiar.Not because