My heart is entirely devoted to loving you wholeheartedly.
But Jorge Saxton, tell me, am I worth it?
My endless devotion and silent companionship, all leads to your one apology.
An apology that you can't come to marry me—
When Lydia Brooke reached the door of the church, her tears blurred her vision, and one of her high heels twisted. She reached out to steady herself against the door of the church, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, leaving her weak.
"Lydia, no matter what, you can't cry. It's not that deep! Jorge Saxton doesn't want you, but you have to live well! The grievances you suffered in the orphanage were thousands of times greater, and you didn't cry then. So why are you being sentimental now?"
Lydia lifted her head, her fingers clutching tightly at her wedding dress, forcing back her tears.
"Yes, it's not that deep. He doesn't want you... and you can't cry."
Indeed, not deep, it's just over ten years together.
