The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1993

His warmth was always like a gentle spring breeze, caressing her heart and bringing her comfort and joy.

She thought she had found the man who loved her the most in the world. After all, if a man doesn't love you, why would he always put you first?

But now, a single comment from her father had awakened a dormant seed buried deep within her soul. That seed, if left unmentioned, was meant to slumber forever, never to sprout. Yet, once watered and nourished, it grew robustly, displacing all the warmth in her heart, leaving behind only the piercing pain of reality, a chilling disillusionment.

Sometimes, someone's kindness isn't born of love for you, but simply because they are inherently kind.

Spencer had always been a warm-hearted soul; she knew this from the start. His kindness misled her into mistaking it for love, rather than his natural disposition. Emmeline suddenly realized the truth, and with clarity came pain—deep and wounding.

Spencer saw the agony in Emmeline's eyes, the liquid distress that tightened his own heart with empathy. He stepped closer, locking eyes with her, and said with deliberate clarity, "Emmeline, I won't lie to you. Yes, I once had feelings for Hertha, but since meeting you, she moved out of my heart. You are the one I love. Otherwise, I wouldn't have proposed. I invited Hertha to be a bridesmaid today not out of any residual affection but because the officiant mentioned we needed two bridesmaids, and we were one short. I didn't want our wedding to be anything less than perfect, so I had no choice but to ask Hertha."

Emmeline's lips trembled, her breath shaky. She didn't know whether to believe Spencer or not. Today was supposed to be the most important day of her life. If she walked away now, the rest of her life would be filled with what-ifs. But if she proceeded with the wedding, she'd be stepping into a marriage that might be founded on a mistake—a risk too great to bear lightly. Understanding the gravity of her decision, Emmeline hesitated.

Seeing the situation, Hertha couldn't stand idly by. "Emmeline, Spencer and I are just friends. The father of my child is someone else. You've known this all along, haven't you?"

"Right, the father of her child is me." Alaric's entrance silenced the naysayers as he strode onto the stage. The misconception that he and Georgia had a child together had been the barrier between him and Hertha. But now, armed with the truth that the child wasn't his, what reason did he have to hesitate? There was nothing standing between him and Hertha anymore!

"Yes, he's the father of my child!" Hertha, seeing Alaric approach, eagerly supported his claim. Never had she been so relieved to see him. In the past, she barely tolerated Alaric, but now, he was her knight in shining armor.

Emmeline, her father, and Spencer all turned their gaze towards Alaric as he took the stage. Dressed in a crisp white suit, looking every bit the charming prince, he walked up to Hertha, suddenly dropping to one knee and presenting a red box. With a tender look, he said, "Hertha, marry me..."