His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 876

Jareth finally managed to arrange the wedding in Baston exactly as Marilla had always dreamed.

For over a month, Mr. Fairhaven felt as if he was being pulled in a million different directions.

He had his wife to care for, a corporation to run, wedding details to oversee, staff to coordinate, engagement photos to approve, and even the placement of every single flower at the venue demanded his personal attention.

He shuttled back and forth between Baston and Elmsworth on his private jet so many times, it nearly ran out of fuel.

Dean, worried about Jareth's wellbeing, suggested he oversee the preparations in Baston himself. But Jareth refused, preferring to bear the brunt of the workload, even at the expense of his sleep and health, to personally ensure everything was perfect.

"Mr. Fairhaven, why put yourself through all this?" Dean asked, seeing his red- rimmed eyes and the noticeable weight loss, feeling both heartbroken and guilty. "I could handle these minor tasks. I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed and you're worried, but you're running yourself ragged. How can your body take it?"

"Dean, it's not that I don't trust you or find you inadequate," Jareth said, gently placing a newly bought pink teddy bear on the bedside table, his voice soft and warm. "This wedding is not just any wedding; it's mine and Marilla's. It represents the realization of a dream, and I want to pour every ounce of my effort into making it perfect. Marilla wanted to keep it private. Even though it's her wish, I still feel I owe her more than that."

Dean felt a lump in his throat. "Mr. Fairhaven."

Jareth's gaze lingered on the pink teddy bear, an image of Lily smiling and laughing flashing before his eyes, piercing his heart with pain.

He quickly closed his eyes, taking deep breaths like a drowning man gasping for air, trying to calm the overwhelming surge of sorrow and longing.

"Dean, I've lived a life full of regrets. From now on, I don't want to leave any room for regret in mine and Marilla's life."

it

giving Jareth a moment to arrange the collection of toys he'd gathered from around

kidnapping had left Marilla with severe internal injuries, requiring long-term

the room into a cozy haven, even setting up an easel and paints, hoping to reignite Marilla's passion

closed off Whispering Pines Manor, both of them coping

Jareth's eyes lit up with warmth. He rushed to embrace her, his strong arms providing a sense of security and

he exclaimed, holding her close, his hug full of protective

apart magnified by their deep longing for each

have a word with

and responsibility, offered the doctor a token of appreciation for

this without having done something to earn it," the doctor said, his

faltered, anxiety gripping his heart. "What

Mrs. Fairhaven's case is quite severe. She mentioned her excruciating pain during

paled, his breathing erratic. He remembered Marilla's complaints from when they first moved in together, thinking it was just a normal

make sure my wife gets the best treatment," Jareth pleaded, his voice breaking

cured, but it significantly lowers the chances

my wife might never be able to

with the reality of Marilla's condition and the implications for their

"Even with treatment?"