Chapter 407

A strange, inexplicable sorrow washed over her.

Mila walked down the flower-strewn aisle, the strains of wedding music swirling around her, the man's hand trembling almost imperceptibly in hers. She let out a silent sigh, counting down in her mind.

Three.

Two.

A sudden, deafening blast thundered from the empty church at the end of the aisle. The floor lurched violently beneath their feet, and outside, the guests waiting to greet the newlyweds broke into panicked screams.

The man's grip loosened, just enough. Before he could recover, Mila pulled free. In one swift motion, she tore off her veil, then yanked at the hidden fastenings at her waist. The heavy, star-strewn gown-so beautiful, yet so crushing-fell away, revealing a simple, flowing white dress underneath.

She stood face-to-face with the stunned man before her.

For the first time, she truly saw Cossio's face. Time had left him untouched-he looked exactly like the man in Felicity's paintings, almost inhumanly beautiful. No, even more beautiful now, somehow.

darling..." he began, voice rough

scene- every detail a perfect match to the oil paintings she knew

it was all for

drew a deep breath, remembering the haunted tears in Felicity's eyes, the desperate agony captured on canvas. One by one, Mila shattered the dream he'd so painstakingly

steadily, "look at me. I'm not the woman you want. I don't know what happened between you two, but I see her pain. You are the

don't deserve

don't even deserve to stand by her

insane. A monster.

the words she'd kept buried for so long, and as she watched Cossio's face

dreams, you beautiful lunatic. You'll

gone-vanishing into the chaos of panicked guests, her veil trailing

heart pounding, footsteps quickening as the sound of pursuit

Closer.

of music erupted nearby, drowning out the lingering strains of the wedding march

She looked up.

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