The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 191

She wrapped herself in coldness and silence, building walls he couldn’t see through. Only then did he finally realize what he’d lost.

Fiftieth step. “Lord, please, just give me one more chance to fix this.” The words circled in Sebastian’s mind as he bent forward. His lips tasted salt, but he couldn’t tell if it was the rain or his own tears.

By the time he hit step eighty, his body was barely hanging on. Cold and exhaustion squeezed the breath out of him, every inhale sharp and painful. His knees felt like they were being stabbed with red-hot needles, each movement a mix of faith and regret. The world blurred around him until all he could hear was rain pounding the stone steps and his own heavy breathing.

But he couldn’t stop. Not now.

Memories of Reese flashed through his mind—her pale face when she was sick, her eyebrows drawn together even in sleep, the quiet hope in her eyes when she’d handed him that pendant. Those memories were a soft light in his battered soul, carrying him forward, step by aching step, toward the altar.

He clenched his jaw and forced himself up, only to drop to his knees again. His forehead hit the icy stone, as if he could press his soul into the rain-soaked steps.

“Eightieth step. Lord, please help my grandfather. Let him get through this.”

His knees had split open long ago, blood mixing with rain and dirt, leaving a smeared trail behind him. His arms shook from the effort, every muscle screaming, every push upward a fight against all the pain he’d caused.

Under the portico, a priest finally couldn’t take it anymore. His voice broke through the rain, tight with worry. “Child, you’ve shown enough faith! Please, get up! I’ll tell the bishop to light two candles for you at the altar!”

Sebastian looked up, rain running down his face, eyes steady and determined. He shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “No. I need to do this myself.”

He knew that unless he climbed every step—using every last bit of strength and regret—his apology would mean nothing.

Ninety. Ninety-five. Every step felt like walking on knives. His body was about to give out, his mind flickering between blinding light and darkness. Even the rain sounded far away now.

But there was only one thing left in his heart. He had to finish. He had to light those candles for Reese and his father.

At the ninety-ninth step, a pair of warm hands reached out in front of him, steadying him.

Sebastian looked up. An old priest in a gray robe stood before him, holding an umbrella over his head to block the rain.

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