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St. Patrick's Cathedral. Wearing a pristine white gown, Brenna stepped onto the r
lored white suit. The lighting softened his features, highlighting
weathered storms and navigated countless hardships t
own family had never approved
er the bridal bouquet, tears of quiet j
matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, as long as yo
heart and looked at Kadin, waiting fo
joy in his expression, only a heavy, conflicted hesi
t t
thing terrib
oors, her face streaked with tears. She stumbled down the aisle
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she instin
much the name Hayleig
mick family faced a severe financial crisis, Hayleigh had abandoned Kadin for an opportunity abroad.
ago, Hayleigh had
attered. His voice tightened with raw
stop it!" Phoebe choked out. "The doctor
forcefully shook off Brenna's ha
right
chilling authority. She didn't tremble, nor did she let the whispering crowd see her break. Her gaze locked onto
e needles. But Brenna stood impeccably tall, her spine perfectly straight. "We finish the c
to the airport. She was leaving town today because o
eyes grew ruthlessly cold. "Brenna, you know very well that our marriage is nothing more than a transacti
ansa
cold, resolute face. The initial shock in her eyes rapidly
with a piercing clarity. "So, in your eyes, everything we'v
decisively, without
y, weightless, "I'm sorry," before rushing do
pear through the heavy oak doors. A dull, suffocating pain sliced thr
n't shed a
in damage-control mode, Brenna slowly raised her hand. With absolute grace,
d the wedding ri
in
t onto the pl
th. She didn't look like a bride left at the altar; she looked l
icent gown, she walked down the aisle, step by steady step, maintaining her immaculat
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