Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 531 Not For Sharing This didn't surprise me. He had mentioned it long ago after witnessing my severe postpartum hemorrhage. He swore he would never let me endure the pain of

childbirth again.

That was fine. We already had Everett and Everly. There were no regrets left.

I placed the document back where I found it, pretending I had never discovered this secret.

The wedding dress had been altered multiple times.

I was even thinner now than before giving birth. No matter how much I tried to recover in the past few months-whether physically or in terms of energy-I could never return to how I used to be.

For a long time, I was actually terrified of seeing wedding dresses. Even gowns with trailing skirts that resembled them made me anxious.

From Wisteria's endless schemes to the night I was stabbed, wedding dresses were never white in my eyes-they were stained crimson with blood.

Before me lay two options. One was white and one was red.

The white gown had been prepared over a year ago, while the red one was newly custom-made.

He wanted to make up for the regrets of our past lives by holding two weddings with different styles.

When I stepped out wearing the white wedding dress, the staff couldn't help but praise me. "Mrs. Bolton, I'm not exaggerating when I say you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

I looked at the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror, seeing my own reflection.

With the makeup, I no longer appeared pale or sickly. If anything, my features seemed even more refined than before.

The red beauty mark at the center of my brow accentuated my ethereal appearance, and I barely recognized myself.

The dress wasn't adorned with intricate embellishments but was instead incredibly light and airy, with a delicate texture that resembled falling petals. The hem was slightly tangled.

Before the staff could adjust it for me, a familiar voice spoke. "I got it."

Luke knelt down and patiently straightened the gown for me.

When he stood up, his eyes were slightly red.

I remembered the day I tried on my dress in my past life when Wisteria had worn my wedding gown. When I protested, the Sanders ganged up against me, accusing me of making a big deal out of nothing. In the end, Josh even slapped

me.

had wrapped an arm around Wisteria's shoulders, comforting her, while I, the true bride, had been reduced

stand by and witness my happiness from

had also changed into his suit. Then, he

reached me, he knelt on one knee with a ring in his hand. "Chloe, will you marry me?" he asked

covered my mouth as I was stunned by the

the marriage certificate and we even

"Say yes! Say yes!"

turned to see our family and friends

ceremony caught me off guard, making me a little

once told me that when

I could ever see him

welled in my eyes instantly. "Yes, I do," I

each other in a tight embrace, under the gaze of

for so long. It's fine if you don't do this," I

have whatever

a wedding-he wouldn't let me

I'll make up

was basking in happiness, I saw Luke quietly leave. Soon after,

countdown continued, an inexplicable

if it was just pre-wedding jitters or if the shadows of my past life still haunted

had come this time with her children. Time had truly

little ones running around, my

beside them.

their soft,

patted their heads. "Such

was my first time seeing

stood on tiptoes, trying to

scooped them up

are

little uncles now, so you have to protect

reached out and gently

wanting to do

his hand and bit

Philippa laughed. "Little foodie."

more familiar with the children, the questions lingering in my mind

had taken Philippa's surname. The older