My Mother-in-law Fed Me “special Soup” That Caused My Three Miscarriages. I Caught Her On A Hidden Camera In A Hydrangea Vase. How Should I Execute My Final Revenge?
A Happy Ending
The wedding of Eleanor Vance and Richard Mendes was held shortly after. It was not an extravagant ceremony, but a warm party on the beach; only their closest friends attended. Eleanor did not choose wedding dresses from famous brands. She designed her own immaculate white wedding dress. The style was simple but extremely elegant, radiating the mature, sophisticated, and happy beauty of a woman who had overcome the storm.
It was not just a dress; it was the story, the reincarnation of herself. On that great day, the most important main character was not the bride or the groom, but a little angel named Clara. The little girl in her pink princess dress was as pretty as a flower, and she was the one who brought the rings to her father and mother.
As she toddled down the aisle covered with rose petals carrying the ring box towards them, all the guests were moved to tears. That image was more beautiful than any vow; it was the most vivid testimony of a happy family built on sincere love. Standing on the altar under an arch of romantic white flowers, Richard held Eleanor’s hand tightly. He looked at her, his eyes full of love and appreciation.
The vows he spoke were not poetic words, but simple words that came from the bottom of his heart.
“Thank you for coming to me, bringing light and spring with you. From today on, Eleanor Vance and Clara will be my two sweetest responsibilities and my two most precious possessions.”
Eleanor smiled through her tears. She knew she had found the right man, a man who would love her daughter as his own. The party went on in a cheerful and warm atmosphere. There were no cumbersome procedures, only sincere wishes, infectious laughter, and free dancing on the sand.
As night fell, Eleanor stood looking at the vast ocean. Richard came up from behind, gently placing a thin shawl over her shoulders. He hugged her, listening together to the gentle sound of the waves. Eleanor leaned against his strong chest, feeling absolute peace.
She had once resented fate, had been submerged in pain and despair. But now looking back, she felt grateful—grateful for the storms that had made her stronger and more resilient, grateful for the stumbles that had helped her realize the value of true happiness, and grateful that life had not been so cruel, bringing Richard and Clara to her side, compensating her for everything she had lost.
She looked at the man beside her who had loved her patiently and generously, and then looked at her daughter playing with other children, her heart filled with complete happiness. Happiness may come late, but once it arrives, it is more radiant than any dawn.
