Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1762

How could any of them recover from this imbroglio?

Was there any way to mend what had been broken?

How on earth would she be able to make her parents forget the sheer obloquy that had marred their image today? Her mother, especially—her thin-skinned mother, who cared about her face more than anything, who then suffered scathing humiliation right on her daughter’s wedding day.

The light at the end of the tunnel—the light she had yearned for so much—was once again painfully out of her reach for God-knows-how-long.

Her parents would force her. They would force her to part with him, to never enter the Trudeau household again.

Her head would not stop imagining it—a million ways her parents could coerce and force and demand that she leave Sylvain. Then, on the far side of these agonizing thoughts, was Ursula Siebeech-Jaark, wearing the same twisted grimace she made whenever she saw her, the one that oozed utter contempt. It was an expression that had now extended even to her parents.

She reached the top of the steeple, looked down, and took in the verdant lawn sprawling below. How it teemed with all the careful décor Sylvain had put his heart into setting.

A breeze billowed her untainted white veil. It carried the scent of fresh white roses surrounding the church into its arms and spread it around. Behind her, the great bell continued its booming toll from the belfry, nullifying the cursed chaos below.

As soon as her father’s knees hit the floor, her last mental bastion crumbled along with him.

She closed her eyes and vaulted forward. It’s over.

No more suffering.

On her way down, she saw Sylvain stumbling out of the church with her unconscious father on his back.

He was the last thing she saw. The star-crossed lovers’ eyes linked for one last, transient second; it was all the time she needed to burn him into her eyes—

And then there was nothing.

“Robin——!”

Arianne’s shriek came first. By then, scarlet blood had splattered out of her in a shower, dyeing the stony steps below her and the surrounding verdant lawn red.

She landed on the narrow, stone-paved path leading to the church. It was the only one out there, yet Robin plunged right onto it.

Sylvain’s pupils dilated. His body froze in mid-action. All manner of noise passing into his ears muted itself, as though it were being blocked. In that trance of silence, all he saw was Robin… and the bloody pool that soaked her.

She had donned a bridal gown he personally designed. She was all dolled up in the most gorgeous get-up. Today was their wedding day.

But now, there the bride was, lying on the ground, completely devoid of life. There were only about ten feet between them, yet all of his courage had left him, leaving Sylvain utterly petrified at the prospect of touching her…

Mrs. Cox staggered close enough until she fell forward next to Robin’s body before breaking into a tearful, excruciating howl. She had never shed tears in front of anyone before, but she had lost her face already and there was little to care anymore.

Ursula, who did not expect Robin to jump to her death, was stunned into silence. The only thing she wanted was to break Sylvain and Robin apart; the only reason why she was here was to express her choler—never in her wildest imagination had she ever wanted it to end with a person’s death. Fear was not the only strong emotion dominating her, though. In fact, another sentiment was ballooning within her: hate.