Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Married At First Sight Chapter 3882 Chapter 3882

It was hard to believe how far Serenity and Liberty had come. Serenity marrying into the wealthiest family and becoming a high-society lady was already astonishing. But the revelation that both sisters were descendants of the powerful Farrell family of Jensburg had left everyone speechless. As Mr. Brown sat in the living room, he sighed deeply. "Go make some noodles. It's rare that Hank is home resting. Don't bring up unpleasant topics in front of him. Honestly, if Hank hadn't gone after Jessica, things wouldn't have ended up like this." His voice was calm but carried the weight of years of reflection. "Hank was a married man pursuing a young, naive girl. That was on him. Everything Hank is going through now is his own doing."

Since Hank's divorce from Liberty, Mr. Brown had undergone a quiet transformation. Watching Liberty thrive while Hank struggled had forced him to confront his own failings as a father. Regret became his teacher, reshaping his perspective and softening his demeanor. Mrs. Brown opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself. Instead, she let out a heavy sigh, rose from her seat, and headed to the kitchen. She busied herself preparing noodles for her husband and son, a task she rarely undertook in the past. Back when Liberty was part of the Brown family, Mrs. Brown never lifted a finger to cook. Whenever she visited, she'd simply tell Liberty what she wanted, and Liberty would obediently prepare it. Mrs. Brown's only role back then was to criticize, even after being served. Now, reflecting on those days, Mrs. Brown couldn't ignore her own mistakes. I gave up a wonderful daughter-in-law and supported Hank's relationship with Jessica. What a fool I was.

Meanwhile, behind the closed door of his room, Hank wrestled with his emotions. On the surface, he appeared composed, but deep inside, he couldn't shake the gnawing sense of loss. Knowing that Liberty was getting married to Duncan today filled him with unease. He lay in bed, staring at his phone. The urge to call Liberty came and went, over and over. But he couldn't do it. He had no right to interfere, no standing to object. On the bedside table sat a photo frame. The picture inside was an old group photo with his classmates, including Liberty. During their marriage, Liberty had cut herself out of most of their photos. But this one survived, a relic from their youth.

beautiful. Her youthful face was full of life, unblemished and glowing with natural beauty. She

the picture, Hank stood behind Liberty, looking down at her with an expression that betrayed his adoration. His

three years of marriage. And yet, in the

about to marry another man. Hank could do nothing but stare at this old photo, consumed by regret. He didn't even have the courage to call her and offer his congratulations. Instead, he clung to this frozen moment in time,

Liberty could somehow hear him. "You were so good, and I loved you so much. How could I let this happen? I'm sorry, Liberty. I'm