The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 240

WYATT’S POV THREE years before, I never think that I would be this happy, to be contented with the woman in my life. I never think that I will be the luckiest man alive when she said yes to my proposal, to give me a chance and trust again. I mean, look at us— happy as fuck. Today is our wedding and planning this for almost two months is a complete preparation. I smiled on that. Yes. I don’t want to get married before. And who would have thought that I will get crazy to the woman I am going to marry right now. The world of marriage is really a messed up place but hell yeah, I’m contented with her. With our baby. I was waiting for her now, that she’s walking down the aisle. Her baby bump is showing but then I made her the wedding dress she dreamed for. Our first wedding was not that extravagant, wasn’t even good. I don’t want to marry her but then, I tried. I was challenge by her. She’s innocent and beauty. After years of marriage, I maltreated her. But all she has was drown to me. She gave everything to me, love me but I ignored it. I don’t want her. I don’t want to be with her. Before. But now, now that I have completely chased her, I want her for all myself. I want them just for me. To keep and to hold. I’ll shower them with love and care. I’ll give everything they deserve in this world. Our precious little one will be the center of our marriage and of course, I won’t forget the Almighty God from above for giving me the best woman in the world. Chasing her is not easy. It has a lot of condition. If it wasn’t Jimmy who helped me, I wouldn’t have this wonderful marriage right in front of the altar. With her. In the beach front of my chains of hotels. She was beautiful and gorgeous as ever with that white wedding dress. I was so amazed to her. I could feel my heart beating stopped when I saw her walked down the aisle with a bouquet of red roses in her hands. She was so beautiful and dazzling as ever. This is the happies day of my life that I couldn’t ever

forget. I want this memory to stay in my mind and my heart. And I know, for sure, it will the most memory of her that she could remember even we were old together. This wedding marked as our memorable date as ever. To get her, to love her, I should be a perfect man for her. I should be a perfect husband for her. I should be the right person for her. In this day forward, I will be marrying again the woman who filed a divorce. And today, I will be her husband… forever. We invited everyone… in the company and even her relatives. I always think of myself that I couldn’t marry a woman. A beauty and a innocent woman. She’s coming to me now. Beside her was her father who were smiling all through out the entrance. I was so lucky. I’m patiently waiting for my bride and I wanted to hug her now. I badly wanted to ran to her and grab her so I could we could face the altar now. His brother— Cooper, Ryan, and Sebastian were seating in front near the altar. They were teary eyes and then I realized that she’s so lucky to have them, as her back up. I know that she’s the only Princess of the Morgan and I promised to them that I will treat her as Queen. At first, when I went to their mansion just to make it up with them, I deserve their punches. They punch me and scolded me for treating her like nothing. For maltreating her as a wife. I regret every part of it. The words I said to her. That words which made her let go and divorce me. I was a jerk, I admit. But now, I’m being a man with balls to have and to hold her for the rest of my life. When they finally reach the last step, his father— Leo Morgan, handed her hand to me and I gladly accept it. I shake hands with him and even wave to him as a respect as my father-in-law. My grandfather attended my wedding. He was smiling although he scolded me at first when I get back from London to New York. And that, my inheritance to him will be given to my future children and that’s what it is. I’m glad with that. I gladly accept that because it will benefit my children. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“Promise me to take care of her, Wyatt,” Mr. Leo said with a firm voice. “Yes, Sir. I promise, I won’t hurt her. I will never lay a hands on my wife…” I promised. “Dad… Call me, Dad. From now on.” I nodded my head. “Thanks, Dad. I promise, I will cherish her as you treat her like a princess. I will make her my queen. In our home.” Ivy hugged her father and after that, I will have her now. I will held her hands facing the altar. Promising each other to love and to hold. “You’re so dazzling today, my soon-to-be-wife…” I whispered to her. She smiled at me. “And you’re still handsome as ever, baby…” she whispered back. The ceremony started. “Ladies and Gentleman, we are here today, to witness the union and holy matrimony between Wyatt and Ivy.” The priest started. “Romans 12:10 says; Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.” We are both facing each other. We think that we are the only one who’s there in the middle of the altar. “Marriage is both a threshold and a continuing process in that experience. Mutual love is one of the richest experiences and most precious gifts we know.” Now, the time we have waiting for is the exchange of vows. I wanted to hear her vows for me and I will gladly tell her my vows for her and I hope everyone can hear it. “Now, you can exchange your vows,” the priest said to us. I will be the first one who will say my vow and I am so excited. I wasn’t yet saying but she’s crying now. I wiped her tears away. I cleared my throat so I could speak. “I, Wyatt Reed, take you as my lawfully wife, to cherish and to hold for the rest of my life. I promise to cherish every moment with you, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, be true to you in all things until death do us part.” I told her and she’s crying now. I couldn’t stop myself from crying to. This vow I made to her, I will cherish it and I will give her the world she deserves.

And when it was her turn to say her vows, I smiled at her, wiped her tears away because that’s all I can do. I don’t want her to be stressed nor pressured since she’s pregnant. “I, Ivy Morgan, take you as my lawfully husband, to have and to hold, to honor and sustain you. I promise to be with you, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, and be true to you in all things until death do us part.” She said, smiling and happily. The crowd cheered for us and now, the priest speaks again. “Now that you are ready to have each other, take the rings and exchange and declaration of intent.” We both held hands. We are facing each other. The ring bearer handed me the ring. I pulled it out and sighed heavily because I was so nervous. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I looked at her eyes with love and sincerity. I can feel that me and her is the only person inside the church, in front of the altar but we don’t care. And finally, with me nervous, I already speak up. “With this ring, I dreamed of you to be with me everyday…” I started. I heard my Butler’s laugh but I didn’t give a damn since it was my wedding day. “Just like what happen to a fairy tale, you are the woman who could fix me, you are the only woman who could make me fall on my knees to praise you… to adore you. I promise, that marrying you will be the happiest days of your life until we are old and has a gray hair. I promise to trust, hold, and be a perfect husband and a father. I will always love you, Ivy. I will always have you both in my arms. That I will give you the world you both deserve. Now that you are mine to keep, my Ivy Morgan— Reed, I promise to be your Wyatt Reed, your own husband and no one else can take me away from you. I love you with all my heart, baby… I promise not to break your trust and chance you’d given me. That as long as you have my surname , you will always be my one and only wife.” She was crying right in front of me. The woman I love is crying because of my words. “I’ll make you happy and I can’t promise that you will not cry from the love you deserve from me. I pledge all of my love, respect, trust and faithfulness to you. You are my home, I vow to love you, show my unconditional interest with you. Today and forever, I will take you my Mrs. Reed. I love you so much…” As I ended my speech, the crowd cheered for us. My tears streamed down to my face because for

now, I will be able to have my own family that I will cherish for the rest of my life. When it was her turn to speak, she heaved a deep sigh and smiled at me. I can see in her eyes how happy she is. How happy she was to be introduced in the whole world. She get ring and slid it on my ring finger just like what I did earlier. “With this ring I slid in your finger… this symbolizes that I will love you…” she trailed off, heaved a sigh again. Her breathing was rugged too since she was crying all the time. “I’ve fallen for you, my husband,” she expressed her will. “Now that I have you in my arms, from this day forward, Wyatt Reed, I promise that I will be yours forever. I promise that despite of me, not perfect, I will do my best to be a material wife to you, filled you respect, love, and happiness. I’ll stand by your side, in terms of calamity, problems and struggles. I will surrender to you and I will be your greatest love until eternity and beyond. With this ring that symbolizes our marriage, I vow to love you each and everyday. I will always put your surname in my name as your lawfully wife. I promise to build a bond with you and to our future kids. I love you so much… I love you so much, my Wyatt…” she ended her speech. As we exchange rings, I couldn’t hide my smile. I couldn’t hide my happiness. “By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Congratulations to your matrimonial, Mr. and Mrs. Reed. You may now kiss your bride.” Once the priest ended saying those words, the crowd cheered again for our kiss. I smiled at her and she smiled back to me. I remove her veil and stared at her for a moment. “I love you, my Mrs. Reed…” I whispered to her. I moved my face to her. Leaning to kiss her forehead, her nose down to her lips. We both shared a passionate kiss and the crowd clapped their hands as a support. And then, afterwards, I kneel down so I could kiss her baby bump. “I’m home… you are both home in my arms, my little one…” I said, kissing her bump. “I love you, my precious little Ivy…” I stood up and planted a kiss on her forehead again. “I love you so much, my wife…” “And I love you too, my husband…”