Divorce you and marry him novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Katherine held the cold dagger in her hand, her grip steady.

Through the veil, she quietly watched the hysterical man before her.

Then, bit by bit, with excruciating slowness, she drew her hand back.

The dagger fell to the ground with a sharp clatter.

Under Nicholas’s despairing gaze, she raised her hand and slowly lifted her veil.

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“Nicholas,” she began, her voice soft yet carrying clearly to every corner of the church, “do you remember what you said to me when I knelt down and begged you, crying, not to abort the baby?”

Nicholas froze as the images he had deliberately buried surged uncontrollably into his mind-her pallid face, her despairing eyes, her trembling hands clutching the hem of his clothes…

Seeing his face turn deathly pale in an instant, Katherine gave a light smile, yet tears slid down her cheeks.

“You said, ‘We can have children later.””

She paused, enunciating every word clearly and slowly, like a dull blade carving into flesh.

“But Nicholas, my child will never come again.”

“The doctor said that medicine has made it very difficult for me to ever have children again in this lifetime.”

A wave of suppressed gasps rippled through the church.

Nicholas reeled as if struck by lightning, stumbling back two steps and shaking his head in disbelief. “No… impossible… Katie, you’re lying to me, aren’t you? We’ll have children. We’ll have many children in the future…”

“The future?” Katherine’s smile widened, yet it looked more painful than crying. “There is no future for us anymore. Nicholas, you say you love me? Is your love stripping me of the right to be a mother? Sending me to prison in place of the woman you truly love? Throwing me onto the roadside like trash on a stormy day?”

She lifted her hand to wipe away her tears, yet the more she wiped, the more they fell.

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“Your love hurts too much. I can’t afford it, and I don’t dare want it anymore.”

She turned around, no longer looking at Nicholas slumped on the floor, ashen and broken, and instead looked toward Brayden, who had been silently guarding her all along. She reached out and gently took his hand.

“Husband,” her voice was slightly hoarse, yet carried a calm finality, “let’s continue the wedding.”

Brayden tightened his grip on her icy hand, and with his other hand gently wiped away her tears. His voice was low and resolute. “Okay.”

“I do.”

“I do.”

“The groom may kiss the bride.”

Nicholas was pinned firmly to the ground by the bodyguards of the Rodriguez residence. He struggled and roared in desperation, yet could only watch helplessly as Katherine completed the ceremony with another man, then was kissed by him and walked toward a future he would never again be able to touch.

“No-!! Katie! Katherine! I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Come back-!! Please come back-!!”

His cries were shrill and despairing, echoing through the church, yet no one responded.

The guests gradually dispersed.

Brayden walked up to Nicholas, who was still pressed to the ground, utterly drained of strength, and bent down.

“Mr. Padilla,” he said softly, so quietly that only the two of them could hear, “thank

you.

Nicholas lifted his eyes in a daze,

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