Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Andrew’s head was buried in Aubree’s neck, and he felt as if his whole body were floating, empty of substance.

His eyes blazed with a searing agony.

“Aubree.”

Tm sorry.

His arms encircled Aubree, his knobby hands loosened their grip feebly, his throat was choked up, and tears fell onto her skin.

Aubree just stood there, motionless, on his wedding night. With his wife’s horified gaze upon them, he begged Aubree humbly to stay. It struck Aubree as funny, but she couldn’t muster a single laugh.

She remembered the day and moment her gaze first landed on him. Back then, she hadn’t realized this man would become her greatest joy and her deepest despair,

Maybe that was just life, spending ages in confusion, investing in the wrong things, only to grow in a few fleeting moments. “Happy wedding day” She said calmly, then pushed past him and walked toward the door.

Tessa, clad in her bridal gown, felt icy cold and a buzzing in her ears. She wanted to scream in terror and slap Aubree across the face. but she was drained of all strength, like a clown excluded from the show, watching Andrew clutch at Aubree with earnest eyes.

“Aubree, I’m sorry, please don’t do this.

Andrew’s tears flowed so fiercely that he could barely see what was in front of him. He was panicked and afraid. He was afraid she might actually step back into the sister role for good.

It was Aubree who had crossed the line first and came to him. Now, she wanted to retreat unscathed. How could she?

Andrew clutched at her sleeve like a dog about to be abandoned. Aubree pried his fingers off one by one, but he embraced her tightly from behind. “Don’t go.”

Aubree felt the wetness on her neck, probably soaking through her clothes. She never knew Andrew’s tears could be so plentiful. Suddenly, Aubree felt like crying too, though she probably ran out of tears because nothing came. She only felt a heavy, oppressive

sadness

Taking a deep breath, she felt as if she were about to break Andrew’s fingers to push him away. She said nothing, just walked past Tessa and descended the stairs.

Tessa stood frozen against the wall, unable to move, as if all her senses had been stripped away, offering no reaction at all. Perhaps when one was utterly hopeless, that was the expression they wore.

The sound of Andrew’s sorrowful crying reached her ears like a knife carving at her heart. Andrew had never cried for her, and she had never seen this side of him

With Aubree gone, Andrew slowly sank to the floor, hands covering his face, shoulders shaking, and ragged sobs escaping through his fingers.

Tessa felt an immense pain so acute she thought she might die. It was her wedding night, she was married to the man she wanted most, and it should have been a joyous return to spend the evening. She even prepared her body meticulously, but what she returned to was this scene.

Now Aubree was gone, not even sparing her a glance.

ly pitied her, allowing her to have this marriage.

Tessa felt a deep sense of humiliation, as if Aubree had merely

No, she couldn’t believe it! Andrew had to love her!

She slowly knelt down against the wall in her bridal dress, crawling towards Andrew to might realize how good she was if she showed a little care now.

embrace him. This heartbroken, pitiful man

But as she reached out, Andrew stood up and kicked her over. Tessa couldn’t withstand the blow, and she collapsed, breathing unevenly. “Andrew?” She stared at Him in disbelief, thinking the whole ordeal must have been an illusion.

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Andrew stood there, crying and laughing, feeling his heart ache so intensely he wanted to rip it out.