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Chapter 49 - Church

Alec POV I closed my eyes, shaking my head, sitting on the edge of the bed while Aimee finished zipping up her black dress. As soon as she’s done, she walks to me and kneels in front of me with her hands on my face. I look into her eyes, and I see it. I know the pain she is feeling. The same pain I am feeling. “Are you okay?” she asks, shaking my head. I haven’t been able to shed a tear, but Aimee has been crying for the both of us. “No, I am not”, I let out under my breath. Aimee leans in closer and kisses me on the lips, and I close my eyes, feeling her proximity. “Mrs Hardy, they are ready”, The nanny says through the closed door. “I’ll be right there”, Aimee replies as she stands up and grabs her shoes. Before leaving the room, she looks back at me, closing the door behind her. I sink my face between my hands and allow the sorrow to take over. After a while, I stand up and look at my reflection in the mirror. I adjust my black tie and my black suit and walk out of the room

Chapter 50 - The end

Pretend Girlfriend/Peyton Iuga

Epilogue Today is the big day. After she knocks on the door, Mum walks into the room I am staying in the hotel. I bring my glass with the amber liquid to my lips as I taste it. I have never been so stressed and nervous in my life. This is not our first wedding, but this is the real deal. This is the one, the one that will keep us tied together for the rest of our lives, the one we will rip all the contracts that were signed, and we will just sign a will leaving everything to our children. That is it. Mum walks to the liquor cart and pours himself a drink as she sits next to me, crossing her legs as we look out of the big window. We are having a small affair in the countryside. Aimee said she always dreamed of a spring wedding in a beautiful place outside, so that’s what she’s having. She has everything she has ever wanted. No, look at the expenses. “How are you feeling, son?” mum asks, breaking the silence. I look at her and smile softly. She is looking older, and she has aged a

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