Chapter 1576 - 1577: The Wedding Without a Groom [5]

My heart is entirely devoted to loving you wholeheartedly.

But Jorge Saxton, tell me, am I worth it?

My endless devotion and silent companionship, all leads to your one apology.

An apology that you can’t come to marry me—

When Lydia Brooke reached the door of the church, her tears blurred her vision, and one of her high heels twisted. She reached out to steady herself against the door of the church, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, leaving her weak.

"Lydia, no matter what, you can’t cry. It’s not that deep! Jorge Saxton doesn’t want you, but you have to live well! The grievances you suffered in the orphanage were thousands of times greater, and you didn’t cry then. So why are you being sentimental now?"

Lydia lifted her head, her fingers clutching tightly at her wedding dress, forcing back her tears.

"Yes, it’s not that deep. He doesn’t want you... and you can’t cry."

Indeed, not deep, it’s just over ten years together.

It’s just that she has been by his side since she was eight.

From the start of his career to his success, she’s been by his side.

So, truly not deep...

So, there’s nothing to be sad about...

Lydia forced back her tears, took down her hair, her cold fingers removing the exhausting diamond-studded high heels, and barefoot she walked out of the church.

Step by step, alone, on the street, her hair hanging loose, the mist in her eyes thickening, nearly forming tears to fall, but she stubbornly forced them back by looking up at the sky.

"Lydia Brooke, walk your own path well from now on."

Lydia’s fingers brushed against her abdomen, her voice cool: "Without him, you’ll be the best Lydia Brooke! Lydia, from now on, you’re on your own!"

Lydia’s silhouette gradually receded into the distance on the street, while her fallen bouquet and phone lay lonely in the cold church, ignored.....

-

It was over two hours later when Lydia returned to the apartment, with a contract in hand, her bare soles completely worn, yet she felt nothing.

She unlocked with a fingerprint, went upstairs barefoot, took her passport and suitcase, packed a few clothes inside, and neatly zipped up the suitcase.

After completing all the preparations, Lydia took a pen and signed her name on the contract she had printed.

"Jorge Saxton, from today on, we are no longer family, but strangers."

Having finished everything, Lydia changed into flat shoes, pulled her suitcase, hailed a taxi, and began her solo journey...

In the deep night of Italy, the city lights were dazzling, but Lydia’s heart was cold and devoid of warmth.

In this vast city, she’s truly alone.

Jorge Saxton, goodbye.

May we never intersect again in this life...

——————Separation of Memories————

Lydia recalled the bits and pieces of her past with Jorge Saxton, her gaze blurry, forgetting she was barbecuing.

"Aunt Lydia, you’ve burned the barbecue again!!" Iris Seys exclaimed beside her.

Lydia was brought back to reality by Iris Seys’ voice and immediately turned over the sausage on the grill.

Looking at the burnt sausage, Lydia felt a bit embarrassed: "It should... maybe... still be edible?"

Iris Seys frowned slightly, "This—perhaps... maybe... only my uncle won’t mind."

Lydia’s gaze instantly landed on the man sweating at the sports field, her fingers stiffening.

When did she start intersecting with this man again?

This is truly a persistent ghost! When she left, she was determined to never intersect with him again, but unexpectedly after reuniting, she seems uncontrollably drawn again.

This man is her poison of love!

She must not waver or approach; she doesn’t want to taste defeat again!