Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1187: (The End)

On the wedding day, the weather was perfect—clear skies, golden sunlight, and a soft sea breeze that carried the scent of salt and roses.

Yvonne stepped into view, radiant in her custom gown. The crystals on her dress caught the sunlight like a thousand tiny stars. Her hair was swept into a graceful updo, with soft strands framing her face. Her makeup was light and elegant—refined yet warm.

At the end of the aisle, Norton stood waiting in a tailored suit, handsome and composed, though his eyes betrayed his emotion. He watched her walk toward him, his heart swelling with every step she took.

Yvonne held onto Edmond’s arm, the old man beaming with pride as he walked her down the aisle. When they reached the altar, Edmond gave Norton a hearty clap on the shoulder. “If you ever make Yvonne unhappy,” he warned with a grin, “you’ll have me to answer to.”

Norton nodded with complete sincerity. “I promise I’ll make her the happiest woman in the world.”

Satisfied, Edmond stepped aside. Seeing the young couple so deeply in love, he finally felt at ease. There was no longer any need to worry about their relationship.

Norton took Yvonne’s hands in his, his voice steady and full of emotion as he spoke his vows. “Yvonne… today, I take you as my wife. I vow to walk beside you—in joy and in hardship, in health and in struggle. I promise to cherish, respect, and protect you every day of my life. I will love you completely and unconditionally. From this moment on, my world revolves around you. Will you marry me?”

Tears shimmered in Yvonne’s eyes. “I do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. Without waiting for the officiant, she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Cheers erupted around them.

surprise, then cupped Yvonne’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. As he pulled back, he whispered in her ear, “Thank you, Yvonne. Thank you for walking into my life. You’re the brightest light I’ve ever

arms tightly around him and whispered back, “I love you

flicker of surprise at her words, but he didn’t ask. Not yet.

captivating tales on

private island he had

waves rolled onto white sand beaches. Time

the altar. And finally, one evening, Yvonne told

the moments he had failed to see her

those days in a world of their own—laughing, exploring,

on the porch watching the tide roll in, Yvonne leaned against his shoulder, her eyes soft with peace. “Norton,” she whispered, “thank you.

“I’ll make sure you feel this happy every single day,” he

each other—nothing left to say, everything

end, they returned home hand in hand, hearts light and full. From that day forward, their