Jungkook stood facing Emma, who wore a blank expression. But inside, Jungkook was bursting with happiness just seeing her there. It felt unreal, like a dream coming true. He'd almost given up hope, but it seemed like his heartfelt prayers had been heard. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes, and he fought the urge to wrap her in a tight hug, never wanting to let her go again.
Anyone could see how happy he was just by looking at him. His eyes sparkled with joy, and every move he made seemed to radiate happiness.
As Jungkook stood at the altar, his whole being seemed to emanate joy, from the sparkle in his eyes to the genuine smile gracing his lips. However, for Emma, the scene couldn't have been more different. Every fiber of her being felt devoid of happiness, as if a heavy shroud of numbness enveloped her from within.
There wasn't a single flicker of joy in Emma's heart; instead, she felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, like a void consuming her from the inside out. She couldn't fathom how she had ended up in this situation, standing at the altar about to marry someone she despised with every fiber of her being.
Emma's mind echoed with the haunting realization that history was repeating itself. It felt like déjà vu, reminiscent of the helpless vulnerability she had experienced just half a year ago. Her gaze involuntarily shifted to the man standing opposite her, igniting a fierce wave of anger that surged through her veins like wildfire. Her hands clenched into tight fists, trembling with the effort to contain the boiling rage simmering within her.
A whirlwind of emotions swirled within Emma, but amidst the turmoil, hatred reigned supreme. She despised the man standing before her, holding him responsible for every ounce of pain and misery she had endured. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that could incinerate him on the spot, if only it were possible.
Meanwhile, Jungkook remained blissfully unaware of Emma's inner turmoil, his gaze fixed upon her with unwavering adoration and affection.
Jungkook and Emma stood at the altar, both lost in turmoil
Jungkook's heart pounded as he stood at the altar, his mind swirling with guilt and regret. The father's announcement snapped him back to reality, and he couldn't escape the piercing gazes of Emma's family, their expressions a mirror of their disdain for him."As the hour grows late, let us proceed with the ceremony so that the couple may begin their journey together," the father declared.
Jungkook's eyes darted between Emma and her family, their expressions filled with disdain for him.
Shame washed over Jungkook as he faced the consequences of his past actions. He couldn't bear to meet Mr. Lee's eyes, knowing he had shattered the trust placed in him when he once married Emma."Emma, let's go, honey,"
Hannah urged, squeezing her sister's hand in support.
As Emma hesitated, Hannah's reassuring grip urged her forward, a silent promise of support through the turmoil. Mr. Lee's firm hold on Emma's hand conveyed both protection and firm as he escorted her down the aisle, his eyes blazing with fury directed at Jungkook.Jungkook felt the weight of his gaze, filled with anger and mistrust.
"Keep my daughter safe and happy,"
Mr. Lee warned, his voice low and menacing.
"If I see even a single scratch on her body, I won't hesitate to kill you with my own hands, Jungkook. Mark my words."
Jungkook forced a smile, his resolve wavering under Mr. Lee's fierce gaze.
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll cherish her like a flower."
The exchange of vows felt heavy with tension, Mr. Lee's threat hanging in the air like a warning. Jungkook's solemn pledge to cherish and protect Emma seemed feeble in the face of Mr. Lee's fierce determination to safeguard his daughter from further harm.

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