Chapter 1763

A deep sense of regret welled up inside him, spreading through his being, overwhelming. He watched her approach Scott, watched them exchange vows under the watchful eyes of all those gathered. He watched as the ring, a symbol of belonging to another, slid onto her finger. He was filled with regret. He could not shake the regret of not holding onto her that night, of thinking he knew better. Regret wrapped around him like thorny vines, each spike a sharp reminder of what he had lost. "The bride's bouquet is supposed to bring good luck, you know. Catch it, and you're the next in line to tie the knot. So, tell me, how's it feel to be holding that bouquet right now?" The host's voice buzzed through the phone, each word a thorn pricking at his insides. His grip on the wine glass grew tighter and tighter until... "Crash!" The glass hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces. The spilled wine crept across the shiny floor, red like the blood of a wounded heart... The sun was on