Chapter 176: You Are Not The Victim
Cathryn’s eyes widened, and her finger in Briston’s shook.
“I lied to you, I didn’t change the pills.” Jordan continued, smiling awkwardly. “I wanted to take hold of you with the baby, but you made up your mind.”
“You are not the victim,” Cathryn retorted quickly, “So stop pretending you are pitiful.”
SHE made up her mind?
She loved him like a dog, so loyal, so shameless, but he kept pushing her away. And now he’s blaming her for leaving him.
“I know.” Jordan sighed, “I wish for your happiness, anyway.”
The last sentence was sincere.
Her lips moved. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t in the end.
Hanging up the phone, Jordan laid back on the sofa, picked up the whisky bottle, and poured it into his mouth. The room was dark, but he had gotten used to it.
He was calling from the house where he shared with Cathryn.
Cathryn took all her stuff from there, and he bought some back according to his memory and put it in the original place.
Now, when she returns, she will see the house the way it used to be. However, there is no longer the warmth of the past.
The strong liquor went all the way down to the stomach, Jordan was sweating all over, the sweat on his forehead fell into his eyes and slid down the corners.
Cathryn, Cathryn….
Cathryn felt that she had been floating in the air ever since she came to Dusseldorf. Even with Keith, her feet were not on the ground.
This uneasiness disappeared until the moment she entered the church at the wedding.
The day before the wedding, Cathryn did not see Keith at all. In the early afternoon of the next day, Helen and the stylists came over to her. After her hair and makeup were done, they helped her put on the wedding gown.
Everyone exclaimed when her wedding dress was on. Stella stepped forward to put the veil on her face from behind her head.
The embroidery on the veil was shining exquisitely, along with her watery eyes and soft facial features. The veil cast a layer of haziness on her beautiful face.
Stella and Sophia were the bridesmaids.
Stella scrutinized her cousin and admitted from the bottom of her heart that Cathryn was more beautiful than she ever was during their childhood, inside or outside.
“When we were kids, do you remember that we often played house games? The neighbor kids, Rocky, Tracy, and others, always loved to make you the bride. I was always so jealous and disliked the whole game because of that. But now look at you, how time flies, you are a real bride now. And I feel so proud. I’m so happy for you, sissy.”
When the word “happy” was spoken, Stella’s tears fell. She laughed for a second and saw Cathryn’s face turn from joy to worry, her brows wrinkled.
Stella reached under the veil and smoothed Cathryn’s brows. She leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“Cathryn, you have and will always be grandpa’s pride and will always be my dearest cousin. I wish you all the best, and I think grandma and grandpa must feel the same.”
Cathryn’s eyes welled up.
Stella smiled and took her arm, and walked downstairs.
In order to protect the mystery of the bride, Helen had made sure that Keith wouldn’t have a chance to see Cathryn in her wedding dress. While taking his time hanging out with his old friends and having a big bachelor’s party, he felt he had spent a whole day and night alone, and his mind had been turbulent reviewing these many years.
The expectation and memory were mixed together, at the moment when she stepped into the church hall with her dad, everything turned to ecstasy in his blue, glowing eyes. He felt his heart was steaming with an unspeakable excitement, as well as tranquility.
At 5 pm, the ceremony officially began.
It wasn’t the biggest church in the city; in fact, it was rather small, filled with none other than the closest family and friends of the bride and the groom.
Keith promised to give Cathryn the best memory of this wedding, so he respected her wish and chose a low-key and quiet place.
The church was located in the suburbs, it was old and private enough to feel assured, not to mention its grand pastoral view in the back. The hall was decorated with fresh flowers, as well as the white stone pillars on both sides of the gate were filled with flower baskets.
The house looked almost common to her, compared to the famous churches she had seen in these 2 months. But as the gate opened, there was a great difference inside.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
The orchestra band was playing Wilhelm Wagner’s Wedding March, and the sound effect was outstanding in the tall gothic ceiling. All the guests were looking back at Cathryn with the company of her father, whose carefully ironed old suit went almost invisible next to the bride’s grand gown.
Cathryn’s wedding dress was gorgeous, with a wide tulle skirt followed by a 15-inch-long tail. Delicate flowers were embroidered on the tulle, shining with the pearls like a sacred forest in the fresh spring. Keith felt as if he could smell that freshness in the joyful hills, and the small figure that was walking in it was like the fairy of the flowers.
After getting used to the curious, breath-holding stares, Cathryn looked up at the end of the church and met those non-blinking blue eyes.
Keith Clarkson’s long, slender figure was well-fitted in a cream-colored wool suit, he was looking back at her with a sapphire silk bow tie that went with his radiant eyes.
Cathryn, holding her father’s left arm, walked slowly by the guests whose faces were filled with happiness and blessing.
When they were reaching where Keith was standing, Clement raised his right hand and put it on hers.
Hand in hand, the father and daughter felt they have never been closer. At this moment, Cathryn felt the heat and trembled on the back of her hand. She didn’t look at her father, but her eyes watered again and her lips invisibly pursed.
She felt they had walked for so long until they stopped alongside her bridegroom.