Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 145

Chapter 145 – Again and Always

Miexha’s Point of View

I used to joke that our first wedding felt like a school field trip—with legal paperwork and trauma instead of snacks.

I was fifteen. He was sixteen.
We stood awkwardly in front of a government judge who probably thought we were cousins forced into marriage by a local soap opera.

We held hands—clammy and cold.
Exchanged rings—mine nearly slipped off.
Signed our names—mine was shaky and nearly unreadable.
Pressed our lips for five seconds—then nearly passed out from blushing.

And the honeymoon?
It was instant noodles, hotel cartoons, and both of us falling asleep halfway through the intro song.

The truth is… we didn’t begin with love.

He liked Ofreigha.
I liked Zatariel.
Then suddenly, I turned fourteen and was told:

“You’re moving to the Dom Mansion. It’s time to act like a Dom.”

A year later, we were legally married.

At seventeen, I gave birth to Jamie. Alone.

Jayson ran away the morning after we did the thing for the first time.

And for six years, I raised our daughter without him.
I sang lullabies between tour buses and exam cramming. I hid baby formula inside guitar cases. I smiled on magazine covers while panicking backstage about daycare.

I told myself I didn’t need him.
I didn’t want him.

Then—just like that—he came back.

Older. Broken. Crying on my doorstep.
Begging for forgiveness.

And I said no.
Because you don’t just run away and then walk back into my life like it was on pause.

I asked for a divorce. Offered co-parenting.
But he didn’t budge.
Persistent. Unmovable.
And unfortunately… still had those abs.

Less than a month later, I was pregnant again.

And again.

And again.

Now… five kids later… here we are.

The wedding I never had.
The one I never thought I’d want.
But now, it’s everything.

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The aisle shimmered beneath my feet.

Jamie and Shellie walked ahead of me in soft blush gowns, elegant and radiant like queens-in-training. Xiejay marched with the rings like he was guarding treasure. Ariel and Xefariel floated like flower fairies—one mischievous, the other silent and focused, as if guarding the nation’s peace treaty.

And then there was Asha—maid of honor, livestream queen, and the only woman who could turn walking down an aisle into a presidential parade.

But all I saw… was him.

Jayson Dom.

Waiting at the altar.

He didn’t cry.
He didn’t shake.
He just smiled—like he was looking at the sun rise after years of rain.

And I felt it:
The past dissolving.
The future beginning.
And the present holding me like a promise.

My gown swept the white carpet like a dream.
My veil trailed behind me like a whisper.
The chandeliers sparkled.
The crowd held their breath.
And he held my hand—kissing it as if it were sacred.