Chapter 100

The grand cathedral was bathed in the golden glow of the chandeliers as hundreds of eyes watched the couple standing before the altar. White lilies adorned the pews, their delicate fragrance mingling with the scent of candle wax. The hushed whispers of the guests faded into silence as the priest’s solemn voice echoed through the hall.

“Do you, Morgan Gilbert, take Olivia Winters as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

Morgan’s gaze never wavered as he looked into Olivia’s deep brown eyes, his entire world reflected in them. She was breathtaking in her elegant lace wedding gown, her cheeks flushed with joy, her lips parted in an affectionate smile. His heart swelled with emotions—love, gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of destiny.

“Yes,” Morgan declared, his voice steady, unwavering. “I do.”

A soft sigh of happiness rippled through the crowd as Olivia bit her lower lip, try