Soulmates And What We Expect (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic)

Till Death Do Us Part Pt.2

Adrien's heart stopped beating.

Marinette was breathtaking in the wedding dress.

Her milky white complexion complemented the pinkish gown perfectly. Her midnight dark hair was wavy, a few strands falling on her face carelessly.

Marinette looked at Luka, who stared at her lovingly. She blushed deeply and turned her head away.

Her eyes met Adrien's.

She smiled at him and he needed an extra breath or two to suffice for his breathlessness.

Adrien smiled back and her eyes softened in an emotion he couldn't decipher. She looked down. Her father murmured something to her and she smiled.

Tom appeared to be extra huge compared to Marinette, who was tall, but not enough to reach up to her father.

Adrien's heart thumped in his chest and he wondered if she could hear it. And right then, as if in a telepathic connection, she looked at him, and gave him a nervous glance.

He reddened in response and looked at Kim who was staring at him with interest. He scowled and the latter laughed quietly.

Marinette and Tom reached the altar.

She kissed her father's cheek and he smiled. Before he handed Marinette to Luka, he growled in a threatening tone, "Take good care of her, or else...", to which Luka nodded sincerely and the audience broke out in rabid laughter.

Adrien felt something tightening in his chest, squeezing his heart in a painful grasp. Tears threatened to spill and he checked himself, 'For her Adrien, you have to do it for her. '

He couldn't hear the pastor as his ears buzzed continuously.

Adrien blinked away the tears and tried to concentrate on the ceremony.
The pastor continued,"... to witness the joyous union of Marinette Dupain Cheng and Luka Couffaine."

Adrien forced himself to look at the couple, though every fiber of his being screamed to run out of the ceremony.

The pastor continued with a smile, "Do you take Marinette Dupain Cheng and your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and worse, for richer and poorer, for in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part? "

Luka smiled, "I do. "

The pastor turned to look at Marinette, "And do you take Luka Couffaine as your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and worse, for richer and poorer, for in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part? "

Marinette gazed into Luka's sky blue eyes, "I do. "

The aged man smiled, "You may exchange the rings now."

Luka turned around and Adrien gave him the ring. A small smile was traded between the two men.

Luka slipped the ring on her finger. Marinette blushed and then pushed the ring onto his forefinger.

The pastor smiled, "By the power vested in me by the Church, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

And amidst applause, he continued,"You may kiss the bride now. "

Luka lifted the veil over her head and looked at her as if asking for permission. She nodded and he lifted her with his arms a little and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, rose petals showered in the newlyweds, earning a few gasps from the people. The audience was clapping, close to tears from the heart-touching ceremony.

Sabine was weeping happily, standing with Anarky whose eyes gleamed with tears.

Adrien looked at Marinette. She glowed with happiness, looking beautiful as always. He wanted this, he debated in his mind. For her to be happy. He got it. His princess is very happy now, smiling from ear to ear, nestled against another man's embrace. The couple walked down the aisle together, matching blushes in their faces.

It was time for the reception.

Adrien followed his friends blindly, not paying any attention to the excited chatter around him. He was walking like a lifeless doll, his brain having shut down from the overload of emotions.

The reception is being held in the main hall. It was decorated beautifully, with chandeliers and pink roses.

Adrien had picked them because it was her favorite flower. There was also another reason, pink roses are also a symbol of gratitude.

Something he had plenty for her.

He was thankful to her for giving a meaning to his life, for taking him through sad days, for caring about him, for being a shoulder he can always lean on.

Adrien sat near the bar and ordered beer. He needed it today, badly, strongly. 

A gravelly voice asked him from behind, "Are you okay? "

He turned around. It was Gabriel Agreste, accompanied by Nathalie standing at a distance.

He smiled tiredly, "Yes, Father. "

Gabriel understood that Adrien was lying but didn't prod further.

Marinette walked onto the stage and called out, "May I have your attention please? "

Adrien fixed his eyes on the bluenette.

Silence fell over the crowd.

"Thanks for joining us today. Today... is a big day for both of us and I'm very happy that you guys were here to support us. My husband and I sincerely hope that you had enjoyed the day. Thanks a lot for everything."

Amidst the loud applause, she walked down from the stage.

Adrien didn't hear anything except a phrase. 'My husband and I '. It echoed in his mind.

My husband and I , my husband and I , my husband an-

He gulped down the lump in his throat.

Yeah, his lady was someone else's wife now.

My husband and I, my husband and I, my husband and I, my hus-

He excused himself telling that he didn't feel well and after disappointed sighs and Alya's silent comforting, he left the hotel.

The breeze caressed his desolate being.

My husband and I...

He held his head in his hands. The intolerable pain tore him apart and shattered him like glass and he let out an anguished growl, echoing in the empty street.

His lady was someone else's wife.
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