Hitting the Jackpot Without You Two novel

---- Chapter 7 Afraid that I might suffer after marrying into the Blackwell family, Dad offered up nearly half his wealth as my wedding gift, only for the Blackwell family to give me nearly three times the amount as gifts.

Everyone in the Blackwell family showed me nothing but respect and warmth.

Ihad thought that leaving the Langston family would leave me unsettled, maybe even aching with regret over the past.

But slowly, all those memories both joyful and painful had been replaced by this new life.

Now, even when I remembered them, it felt like someone else's story, no longer bothering me in the slightest.

On the day I went to try on my wedding gown, I received a call from Mr.

Langston Senior.

"yvonne, we heard you're getting married.

Is it true? My grandsons nearly lost their minds when they found out.

They're just...

They still feel guilty, you know.

You" ---- Before he could finish, I spotted two familiar figures outside the shop's window.

Our eyes met.

Their faces were dark as they stared intently at me.

Their eyes were overflowing with emotions I couldn't quite read.

Was it pain? Regret? Or the desperate obsession that comes from wanting something they could no longer have? Before I could leave, the two of them had already come upstairs.

In a trembling voice, Nigel asked, "Yvonne, are you really marrying Joseph?" It was just like that day he had confessed to me years ago when his eyes were full of the overflowing affection of a young man.

But now, they were black as ink, impossible to read.

"Did the Blackwell family force you? Tell me.

If you don't want this, no one can make you go through with it!" ---- After all these years, I'd never gotten to know the real him, nor did he know what I wanted.

I shook my head coldly.

Shawn was quicker to react, grabbing my wrist tightly.

He raised his voice.

"So, this is why you never came home? You got yourself a rich backer, and now you think you're too good for us? Do you really think someone like him would want a sickly young woman like you? Or is this just another act to get our attention?" While vitriol ran from his mouth, tears poured freely down his face.

Lused to think this was part of his childlike honesty.

However, in love, immaturity only erodes affection over time.

I still remember the day we graduated high school.

Back then, the three of us snuck into a bridal shop.

I wore a white wedding gown, standing before the two of them.

They both dropped to one knee and proposed, fighting for