Thaddeus stood there, his heart pounding in his chest like a caged beast, as he took in the scene before him. It was like something out of a nightmare-a twisted, cruel version of a moment he had only ever dreamed of. There stood Evadne, in a wedding dress, looking like a porcelain doll, perfectly placed for admiration in a shop window. The image was hauntingly beautiful, her icy white contrasting sharply with the deep black of the man beside her.

It was the first time Thaddeus had seen her in a wedding dress, a vision he had imagined countless times but never like this. His heart twisted painfully with every step he took towards them, his own blood trailing after him like a liquid shadow.

"Evadne! I'm here!" he shouted, his voice breaking, his throat raw from desperation. Tears blurred his vision as he pleaded, "Evadne, wake up! Look at

me!"

"Shh—" Avery stood tall and imposing behind Evadne, his presence as chilling as the icy air around them. His hand rested lightly on her bare shoulder, the other raised to his lips in a gesture of silence. "Don't be so loud. My wife is asleep."

Avery's words cut through Thaddeus like shards of glass. "You had Evadne for three whole years, Thaddeus. Did you ever give her a wedding? Did you let her be a bride? You called her your wife, but did she ever truly get to be one? All those dreams she had, the happiness she longed for-what you couldn't give her, I have."

gazing at her face with a tenderness that felt like a knife twisting in Thaddeus's heart. "That night,

deeper into Thaddeus's soul. He could never give Evadne the grand wedding, the cherished moments she deserved. He had failed her, in more ways than

never left Evadne's face, and in a moment of unrestrained emotion, he kissed her, deeply, passionately-right in front of

a roar

each shot a futile attempt to shatter the barrier. But the bullets merely bounced off,

glass-his weapon was

from Evadne, speaking with a cold detachment. "Save your strength. Your little gun can't break

about revenge, isn't it? Evadne is innocent. Let her go, and

amusement playing across his lips. "Your life doesn't interest me, Thaddeus. I want to see how deep your

opened behind him, and a maid emerged, carrying a silver tray with a single, ornate wooden box. Thaddeus's heart stopped

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