"It's okay. No matter how bad things were before, it's all in the past."
Luke squeezed my hand, pulling me out of my memories.
"Elena, forget all of that. Look forward."
He pinched my cheek, smiling as he led me into the county clerk's office.
When we came out again, his face was split with a doting grin, his whole body practically vibrating with joy—like he didn't know what to do with himself.
"Elena, I really feel like I'm dreaming."
"This scene that's appeared in my dreams countless times has finally become reality."
"Elena, I'm not like Andrew. I'll love you properly. I'll protect you."
I smiled, then picked out a few carefully selected photos.
"Yeah, to welcome a new life, I should post a few on social media to announce it. I want everyone to know my husband has changed."
When Andrew scrolled to my announcement post, he was at a bridal shop, accompanying Sophie as she tried on wedding dresses.
He looked at the photos—my face bright and gorgeous, like a fully blooming red rose. And I was standing arm-in-arm beside another man, smiling sweetly.
Something clenched tight in his chest. Restless. Irritated.
When did Elena become this good-looking?