Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 629:

“What time is it?”

“Nine in the morning. I was going to tell you last night, but I dozed off before I could.”

“Send me the address. Head there first, and I’ll catch up with you once my meeting is done. See you there.”

“Got it.”

Brian made it just in time, arriving with only three minutes to spare before the ceremony began. Not wanting to be late, Rachel grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

“Hurry, we need to get inside now.”

Luckily, they slipped in right on time. The moment they took their seats, the ceremony commenced. Just as Myrna had mentioned, it was a small, intimate wedding with only around thirty guests present.

The groom stepped in as the music began to play. Across the red carpet, Myrna sat gracefully in her wheelchair, wearing a stunning white wedding gown, her face adorned with a soft, serene smile. In that moment, it was as if her illness no longer had any hold on her.

“And now, let us welcome the bride.”

As the officiant’s voice trailed off, Myrna placed her hands on the wheelchair’s arms and attempted to stand. Next to her, Elsa stood in a well-fitted outfit, looking sharp and refined. She watched Myrna with deep concern, wanting to help but hesitating each time.

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Huey also couldn’t hide his worry. Unable to stand by any longer, he stepped forward to assist, but Myrna stopped them with a simple gesture.

Clenching her teeth, she said firmly, “No, don’t. Today isn’t just any day—it’s sacred, special. It’s my wedding day, the most important day of my life. No matter how hard it is, I have to do this on my own. I don’t need anyone’s help. I want to stand on my own feet, to walk down that aisle with my own strength.”

Huey’s eyes brimmed with tears. Despite his heart screaming otherwise, he retreated, step by reluctant step, back to the stage.

Myrna’s challenge was monumental. A cold sweat beaded her forehead, dampening her hair as she gritted her teeth, her frame slightly hunched in her battle to stand. But her first attempt met a cruel failure. Then the second attempt, the third… the count blurred into obscurity. Her jaw locked in fierce determination, her whole body quaked with the effort, pain etching her features.noveldrama

Elsa bit down on her lip, her hands itching to assist, yet she dared not intervene. All she could do was stand by—Myrna’s silent guard.

Rachel couldn’t stand to watch any longer. She turned away, and Brian drew her close, enfolding her in a comforting embrace.

The agony wasn’t just Myrna’s to bear; Huey shared in her torment, his desire to aid her clashing with his helplessness. Yet, through it all, Myrna flashed a resilient smile.

“Huey, don’t worry. I will stand. Just wait for me.”

This was her wedding day. She was resolute to walk toward him on her own, come what may.

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