Page 119 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Yes,” I smiled. “Yes, Damien.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger before raising himself to pull me in for a breathtaking kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too.”

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Onemonth later…

Sweat clamoured my palms as I fisted the bouquet of white roses. I could barely hear whatever Sierra was saying above the loud thrumming of my heart.

After days of affirmations and preparations, I still couldn’t help the nervousness rapidly sinking into my chest.

Matthew, Damien’s father, would walk in anytime to lead me to the aisle. While Matilda, his mother, had just left after doing her best to placate me. Still, here I was, with panic that rose as the seconds drew nearer.

I wished my parents were here. Maybe then I wouldn’t be this nervous.

Were they even watching me right now? What would they say if they saw me like this? What wo–

“Renee, you’re sweating,” I turned my head to see Sierra eyeing me.

“I’m sorry, I’m just…” I trailed, desperately trying to restrain the tears from ruining my makeup.

Sierra sighed as she tugged my frame into a mirror. “Look at yourself and how beautiful you are.”

Behind my veil, I took in my flowing wedding dress. White off-shoulder silk material adorned with tiny diamonds rested delicately against my cleavage. The sweetheart neckline complimented the diamond and white gold necklace around my neck.

The bodice fitted perfectly against my bump, while the waist downward was flair, adorned with additional lace that created an elegant silhouette.

“This is all you’ve wanted. You’re living your dreams, Renee. You should be proud of that. Not nervous. Or scared.”

I nodded, swallowing thickly.

“The love of your life is waiting for you just outside this room. I want you to let that thought wash away all others. I want you to know that your parents are super proud of you.”

She hugged me, patting my shoulders gently, before rushing out.

I nodded again as the door closed, but this time slowly, as I let her lingering words float through my mind.

Just as the tension within my chest eased a little, the door opened. I turned my head to Matthew’s 6-foot frame.

“You, my dear, look beautiful.” His silver orbs scanned my face.

“Thank you,” I whispered, glancing at him. His suit was dark, the colour of his hair. His eyes held adoration, the one emotion I was rapidly getting familiar with.

“You know, it was quite sad to hear the ordeals with Sarah. I know I might not have made the best decision back then, but what she did is unforgivable. And my wife and I, for now, aren’t talking to her,” he breathed. “Her husband, Gavin, has finally decided to revisit the agreement on the basis that we remit a percentage of money to him for the next seven years. He’s ready to let her go immediately after the agreement is settled and all due paperwork is signed, which will be in about two months’ time. She could bear the consequences for what she did till then.”

He took my hands in his. “I don’t know how you feel about all of this. I can only imagine what you must feel seeing the one that caused you trouble seemingly going scot-free, but I hope you also understand that she is still our daughter and despite all our mistakes we still love her. But above all, I’m glad that despite it all, you’re here, and this day…this moment is happening.”

Perhaps I should be mad. I should be angry at what Sarah did. But I’m relieved, oddly.

“I’m glad she’d finally find peace,” I muttered.

His eyes watered. “Thank you, Renee. For everything. For being the joy in our son’s life.”

I nodded. And he smiled.

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