Chapter 127 CHAPTER 127: A kiss from hell ends

CONNIE FOWLER-HUNTER’S Point Of View

SEEING my son marrying the woman I like, I wanted nothing in my life. I’m ready to die right now. I’m overflowing with joy.

The song Because you loved me, by Celine Dion, keeps playing in the air inside the cathedral church until the wedding ends inside the church. My nurse was standing next to me while they are now walking hand in hand in the aisle going out of the church.

I wonder why Angela chooses that song. It reminds me of when Wilcon and I got married. I look at the hand that touches my hand. It’s none other than Wilcon.

“I missed those days when I held your hand and walked in the aisle.” He kissed the back of my hand.

“That was the past. I’m so ugly now.” Makeup cosmetics are the only thing that helps my skin glows. I looked pale and weak.

“You are still the beautiful woman I married way back, Connie. And I will love you for the rest of my life.” I saw how his eyes shimmer with those tears. My Wilcon—my husband is crying.