The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 695

**TITLE: My Wife 695**
**Chapter 695 No Regrets**

The moment had arrived, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

“And now, our handsome grooms may kiss…”

Before the host could fully articulate the joyous decree, James and Victor swept their brides into their arms, their lips meeting with a fervor that spoke volumes of their love.

“Look at these two rascals! Why are they in such a rush? They can’t even let the host finish a single sentence!”

“Honestly, so impulsive!”

Zoey and Grace exchanged glances, their voices laced with mock annoyance, yet the playful smiles that danced on their lips betrayed their amusement.

A gentle breeze wafted through the venue, carrying with it the sweet aroma of blooming flowers, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The sight of the couples on stage, locked in passionate embraces, painted a picture so stunningly romantic it felt like a scene pulled straight from a fairy tale.

Below the stage, a sea of joyful laughter and heartfelt blessings enveloped the newlyweds, resonating with warmth and happiness.

Simon stood rooted in place beneath the stage, his complexion as pale as a ghost, as if the very essence of his being had been stripped away. Memories flooded his mind, swirling around like autumn leaves caught in a tempest. As children, Lizzy had once promised him that she would be his bride when they grew up.

Though it had been little more than innocent childhood banter, he had clung to those words, allowing them to nestle deep within his heart.

Years later, when fate had brought them back together, he had envisioned holding Lizzy’s hand, feeling the warmth of her touch. But reality had dealt him a cruel hand. He found it impossible to harbor any feelings for Elsa beyond that of a sisterly bond; she was family, and nothing more.

Yet, his heart yearned for Lily.

She was his Lizzy, the girl of his dreams.

But alas, due to his own blindness and confusion, a vast chasm now separated them. He felt as though he had lost the right to even hold her hand.

In the solitude of his thoughts, he pondered endlessly: If he had never made the mistake of confusing the two, could it have been him kissing her passionately, instead of his cousin?

Regret washed over him like a tidal wave. There was no room for ‘what ifs’ in this world; he had already made a grave error, sealing his fate of missing out on happiness, and missing her.

If he let his obsession consume him, if he allowed his delusions to dictate his actions, he would not only remain distant from her but would also earn her disdain.

It seemed the only way to even approach her now was to regard her as his cousin’s wife, a painful but necessary adjustment.

As the ceremony drew to a close, he watched her radiant laughter as she nestled within his cousin’s embrace. His heart felt heavy, as if pierced by a thousand arrows, each one driving deeper into his hollow chest.

He gazed at her, entranced by her beauty, and after what felt like an eternity, he managed to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, “You must always be good to… her. You must be happy forever…”

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