Chapter 223

Selena’s POV A beautiful wedding has always been a part of my dream. I want a perfect wedding. I want to be the most beautiful bride. The happiest. I want other women to envy me for having the perfect, dreamy wedding. I want the world to witness how I will marry the love of my life. I am happy. The wedding is perfect. I feel the most beautiful. All while I walked down the aisle toward the man who did not only save me, but also protected me. My father was walking beside me. He looked so proud, chin up, while his friends were clapping. The visitors were just some close friends, co-workers, and some chosen people from the media. Today is my wedding, and I admit I’m happy despite the faint grip of guilt that’s currently residing in my heart. It refuses to vanish. It remained alive, deadly silent. The weight of the perfect white dress, the softness of the bouquet petals in my hands, the gentle rhythm of the music, and the happiness on the people’s faces. Everything felt surreal. Alex was st