The authority in his voice caused another wave of tears to spill down Helen's face. "Brother Alen..."
Vivian quietly watched the interaction, waiting for his final stance. Faced with the desperate eyes of his past and the guarded stare of his future, Alen didn't demonstrate a single trace of hesitation. He pulled out his smartphone, dialing the outer perimeter. "Send two security details to the bridal lounge immediately."
Her heart breaking repeatedly into pieces, Helen nodded in bitter, devastated realization. "There's no need, Alen... I can see clearly now that I don't belong here!" The beloved Brother Alen of her memories was entirely gone. The cold man standing before her in the tailored groom's suit adorned with formal boutonnieres was a complete stranger to her.
Turning away with a face drenched in tears, she violently slammed the bridal lounge door shut behind her as she fled.
