The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 389

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Chapter 298: The Big Day.

Ethan

The place is ready, the flowers, the chairs, the lighting. Everything in its place, but .. 1 feel like I’m not truly here, not until I see her

My family is there, familiar faces, voices, congratulations, pats on the back, but it all feels distant and vague.

It feels strange to see my parents only on special occasions, or events so important that they require us both to be there at the same time.

That has to change too. I don’t want to continue being so.. so disconnected from the special people in my life, telling them how important they are, telling them I love them

Today is such an emotional day that I’ve even thought about it, I’ve even reflected on it, like a kind of background noise.

I’m standing, waiting. And then… The music changes, my heart stops for a second.

And then… It starts beating faster. I look toward the back and there she is, my wife, my love….. Clara.

I see her… and for a second I forget to breathe. It’s not just that she’s dressed in white, it’s how she wears it.

The dress falls over her body with an elegance that needs no exaggeration. It fits her torso precisely, highlighting her silhouette in a delicate, almost respectful way as if even the fabric understands who she is.

The neckline reveals the soft line of her neck, the one I’ve followed with my eyes so many times without her noticing. Her shoulders are bare, clean, perfect… and for an instant I have the absurd urge to reach out and touch her, just to make sure she’s real.

The fabric falls from her waist with a light, fluid drape… every step she takes makes the dress move with her, not against her. As if it were accompanying her. As if it were following her

There’s no excess, no noise.

It’s… her.

Her hair falls in soft waves, partially gathered, leaving a few loose strands that frame her

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face. I know that detail… it’s not accidental. It’s her way of not feeling too rigid operies because Clara has never needed to be perfect.

It’s enough for her to be authentic, and today… she is more so than ever

She’s looking at me as if she’s truly choosing me, not out of inertia, not out of rater

But out of conviction. Her lips tremble slightly, in a restrained smile that seems to wave between happiness and tears. And I… I feel like everything inside me is crumbling a te

Because I know her, I know when she’s nervous… I know when she’s trying to told herself together. And yet… she’s here.

Strong, beautiful, brave.

There’s something about the way she walks… the way she approaches me… that ras nothing to do with the dress or the event.

It has to do with what this step means, with what she’s leaving behind, with what stres choosing to build. Every step she takes is a decision, and that… That makes her even more

incredible.

I lower my gaze for a second, just a second, to take her in completely

From the way her dress falls… to her hands, her fingers are slightly tense, I recognize them They always do that when they feel too much, and then I look back up at her face at her eyes. And I understand something with brutal clarity.

It’s not the dress, it’s not the moment, it’s not the ceremony… It’s her, it’s always been ter

The way she enters my life… The way she stays… The way that, even now, in the midst of everything, she’s still so… herself.

Imperceptibly imperfect, incredibly real.

And then I smile, because if someone had told me a long time ago that this would be the moment I’d feel the most certainty in my entire life… I wouldn’t have believed it, but here an … Looking at the woman who is about to become my wife…. And thinking only one thing ham couldn’t have chosen better, that I couldn’t want more… And that, if this is a dream

want to wake up.

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Each step felt like an eternity; I longed for her to be here, to reach my side, my ame And F that instant… everything else faded away.

I saw her mother’s face, walking beside her, holding her arm with pride and emotion

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Their eyes conveyed the same feeling; they looked alike, with flashes of tears… there, the past, the problems, the fear.

Everything… everything was left behind. Because the only thing that exists… is her walking toward me. And the absolute certainty that… this time… I won’t fail.

I see her approaching, and everything inside me aligns; there is no more noise, no more doubts… only clarity.

Her dress brushes the ground with each step, light, perfect… and yet, that’s not what takes my breath away.

It’s her gaze, fixed on me, steady and certain. As if amidst all these people… in all this life… I were the only point she cared about reaching.

I swallow hard and feel something tighten in my chest; it’s not anguish. It’s… suppressed

emotion.

The kind you don’t know how to contain without it showing. Her mother guides her to the end of the path.

To me. And when she’s finally in front of me… Time does something strange.

It stops-or perhaps it’s *me* who stops moving on the inside-because everything just stays right there, in that exact moment.

I watch her closely, closer than I’ve been able to all day. Her eyes are shining. There are tears that haven’t fallen, her breathing is soft, but I can feel it. She’s nervous, but also… she’s here,

she’s with me.

I extend my hand, and when she takes it… That’s when it happens. That small touch, that simple gesture. And everything makes sense; my pulse stabilizes, my mind quiets, my body stops being on high alert. It’s as if my place is right there… Right there, where our hands

meet.

Clara’s mother slowly releases her arm, looks at her with love, with that quiet pride only a mother can have. And then she looks at me.

I nod, wordless, but with all the respect that moment deserves.

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