Chapter 1575 - 1576: The Wedding Without a Groom [4]

Poor girl, she met a scumbag who didn’t love her.

The priest left, leaving Lydia Brooke alone in the church. Lydia tightened her grip on the bouquet in her hands, and murmured in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Jorge, I believe you will definitely come. Jorge, I’m waiting for you....."

The sunset slowly descended.

Lydia stood alone in the church, waiting for Jorge Saxton.

She waited and waited, not eating or drinking all day, waiting for Jorge Saxton to arrive.

As night was about to fall, Lydia, with a heart as dead as ashes, finally heard the phone in her hand ring.

The caller ID showed the name ’Jorge’.

For more than ten years, those two words had penetrated her very bones, already inseparable from her.

Hope kindled in Lydia’s eyes, the joy on her face was so apparent, her fingers trembled uncontrollably with excitement as she pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Jorge, I knew you would come, so I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve been waiting for you in the church."

Happiness in Lydia’s voice was hard to conceal as she held her bouquet, smiling tearfully.

As long as Jorge could come, it did not matter how late it was.

The other side remained silent for a long time, so quiet that Lydia’s smile gradually faded, replaced by a chill that spread throughout her body.

Her fingertips were somewhat cold, holding the phone to her ear, she spoke in a low, panicked voice: "Jorge, come quickly, let’s get married. If you’re busy, just come over for a moment, put the ring on my finger and leave, Jorge, it won’t take much of your time."

Still silent over there, a heavy gloom gradually rose in Lydia’s heart, anxiety and fear surged together.

"Jorge, can you please come over."

Lydia’s voice was almost pleading.

Finally, the silent Jorge Saxton spoke, his voice particularly deep.

"Lydia—I’m sorry, I... I can’t come over right now. Lydia, go back to the apartment first."

The whole world started to darken for Lydia, coldness spread across her body, leaving her standing alone in the church, trembling.

"Jorge—" Lydia’s voice was hoarse, carrying an irrepressible sob.

"Lydia, I’m sorry."

Five words, his voice on the other side also seemed a bit hoarse. Lydia suddenly let out a light laugh, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"So, I stood here waiting, and what I was waiting for was an apology, right? I stood here waiting for you all day, what was I doing!" Lydia’s gaze became somewhat dispersed, "Jorge Saxton, you..."

"Lydia, I’m sorry."

Still those hoarse five words from the other side, expressing his guilt towards her.

"What can a ’sorry’ give me? Jorge Saxton, there’s no need for you to come anymore... let’s just end it here, no wedding."

Coldly, she hung up the phone, Lydia let the phone and the bouquet fall to the ground, and she, in her white wedding dress, slowly turned to walk out of the church.

Lydia, I’m sorry—

Do you know what kind of pain those five words brought her?

She hadn’t slept since last night, wearing a wedding dress and holding a bouquet, waiting in the church for him to arrive, only to be met with an apology.

The baby’s breath flowers were preordered by her from the florist, representing pure love.

The wedding dress was purchased by herself, the groom’s suit was sent by her for Jorge Saxton.

Everything was done by her, alone. All she needed was for him to show up and put the ring on her finger, and she would follow him without complaint for the rest of her life, becoming his wife.

But her day-long fast and wait was met with just a ’sorry’ from him.

Then, Jorge Saxton, let’s just end it here in this lifetime...

I’ve stayed by your side for more than a decade, from the age of eight until now, you could say from childhood to youth, and I’ve given you my best, most beautiful years....