All Chapters of The Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22: Whispers of the Past Part 2Later that night, as we slept cuddled in each other’s arms; my mind went to the fact that even though I had just told Gabby everything about my life before I came to the academy…Gabby was still the enigma that I saw on the first day.She usually liked to keep her private life private, and I hadn't seen her actively discuss her life with anyone else. Even the people at the academy knew next to nothing about her, hence the countless rumors that kept circulating about her, to the point where some levelled her a gangster or a hooker.Gabby didn’t give a shit about what others said about her behind her back, which was very typical Gabby behaviour. But I on the other hand…wanted to know more about her.Right then, I heard Gabby hum quietly to herself as she drew lazy patterns on my arm. It was something she usually did when she was in a good mood.Taking the cue, I decided to delve into her life, recalling the gap in our knowledge about each other."G

Chapter 24: Intertwined With You“I want to be with you, Kyra, in every sense of the word." Gabby told me, taking my hand and placing it on her chest, right over her heart.I could feel the erratic beat of her heart through my palm, the way she was just as nervous as I was…it gave me a kind of reassurance that I wasn’t alone in all of this. She felt the same way too.It also made me realize that none of this was a dream, and I was living in the reality where I had found the love of my life…the person who would accept me for who I was and stay beside me no matter what.In that charged moment, the emotional floodgates opened, and our words became a torrent of passion and longing."Kyra, I've never felt so alive before. Let's embrace this, let our hearts guide us.” She urged, bringing our bodies incredibly closer. “I want to be the one who holds you close, who shares every joy and goes through every challenge with you."As we spoke, the emotional intensity soared, binding us in a shared

Chapter 26: ReconciliationI step back into the ordinary embrace of our shared dorm, the air heavy with tension.As I enter the living room, I find Gabby pacing anxiously, her worry etched across her face.It's evident she's been searching for me since I disappeared, and guilt begins to gnaw at me.Her eyes meet mine as soon as I come into her vicinity, and without a word, she pulls me into a tight hug.It's as if the weight of the unspoken words hangs in the air between us."I don't want to fight with you anymore, Kyra," she says, her voice laced with genuine concern. "It puts me in such a bad mood, and I hate it."Her sincerity softens the edges of my frustration, and I feel the walls I've built around myself start to crumble.At that moment, I realized that perhaps it was time to let go of the resentment that had fueled our arguments.As Gabby continues to hold me, I gather the courage to speak my truth."No, Gabby. It's me who should be apologizing," I admit, my voice a whisper ag

Chapter 28: Unexpected Turn of EventsAs the new day dawns, I find myself engrossed in the preparations for what could potentially be one of the most important moments of my life.The stage awaited, a path for me to paint my emotions through the language of dance.Yet, the absence of Gabby hung over me, casting shadows on the excitement that should have been coursing through my veins.As I readied myself, adjusting the costume that felt strangely heavier without Gabby's reassuring presence, my mind couldn't help but wander into a place of unsettling thoughts.The fear of the unknown played havoc with my emotions, and my imagination conjured all sorts of distressing scenarios.Perhaps Gabby, amidst the fast pace of our demanding careers, had found comfort in someone else's company…The notion that she had grown tired of the life we once shared weighed heavily on my heart.In the solitude of my dressing room, I grappled with the fear that the love we had nurtured over seven years had wi

Chapter 30: An unpleasant ReunionTwo days after I had learned the ugly truth, I stood in front of the three storied Victorian style house, but hesitated as I raised my hand to ring the doorbell.The house belonged to Jordan’s family and like every other person in Ruthwell who came from money, the lawns were well trimmed, the white picket fences were spotless and the house stood towering under the sunlight like a giant ready to engulf everything in its way.When I was still in high school, I had once been paired with Jordan on a group project and everyone else had bailed last minute, leaving just the two of us to finish the project all by ourselves. That was the first time I had ever set foot in their posh house.But the magnificence of the house was now overshadowed by seeds of doubt and now I kept wondering if our teammates bailing out at the last minute, was orchestrated by Jordan himself.I knew their living room was humongous, followed by twin staircases that led upstairs to the