Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 332

"Do as she says."

A deep, magnetic voice came from the doorway.

Damien stood there in a tailored black suit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist cutting a powerful figure. His presence filled the room.

He strode inside and waved for the others to leave.

He walked up behind Grace, his large hand gently resting on her delicate back.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

Grace was a bit flustered. "There's a scar... It's ugly."

She was used to hiding her best qualities, used to keeping herself carefully covered up. In the past, any glimpse of her strengths would only provoke Lilian's jealousy and suppression from her brothers in the Hart family.

Damien's eyes darkened.

He leaned down, and through her silk robe, his warm lips pressed a kiss against that very spot.

"It's not ugly."

"Grace, that's your medal of honor. It's also a testament to my sin—for not finding you sooner."

Damien took a velvet box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a dazzling pink diamond necklace. The pendant was designed to hang perfectly down her back, covering the scar, while the brilliance of the diamond made the spot even more captivating.

"It's covered."

Damien whispered in her ear, "Today, you are the purest, most treasured bride in the world."

Grace's eyes instantly welled with tears.

So this is what it felt like to be cherished. Even when you were flawed, he would fill the cracks with diamonds.

***

The wedding venue was filled with guests.

Damien held Grace's hand as they walked down the long red carpet.

A shower of flower petals rained down on them.

In the most inconspicuous corner of the ballroom, a man in an ill-fitting waiter's uniform stared unblinkingly at the perfect couple on the stage.

It was Ethan.

He wore a face mask and held a tray, his expression one of bitter resentment.

The woman in the spotlight, smiling with such happiness, was once his wife.

Once, she would look at him like that, her eyes full of stars.

But what had he done?

On their wedding anniversary, he'd made her go out to buy pads for Lilian.

He couldn't accept it.

That was supposed to be his wife!

He wanted to rush up there, to scream that she was his wife.

But when Damien's sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned the crowd, Ethan lost his nerve.

It was the kind of absolute dominance that came from a man in his position.

With just a flick of his finger, Damien could make the man Ethan was today disappear from the face of the earth.

"Is that... Mr. Ward?"

Someone nearby seemed to recognize his profile and whispered, "Doesn't that waiter look a lot like the bankrupt Ethan Ward?"

"Shh, don't say that. Ethan was a somebody, once. No way he'd be waiting tables. Though I heard he's living in a basement and drinking all day now."

"Serves him right. Threw away a pearl for a pebble. A scumbag like him deserves it."

Every word was like a slap across Ethan's face.

He couldn't stand it any longer.

He pulled his cap down low, turned in disgrace, and fled from a side exit.

Behind him was the magnificent wedding, the happiness that was once within his grasp, now shattered by his own hands.