The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 496

Chapter 496 Bridal Radiance

Chapter 496 Bridal Radiance

So this was the truth–people should never chase impossible dreams.

Parallel lines were just that. They never met.

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Adeline loathed herself for becoming the very thing she despised–a mistress, even if by accident. She swore she would never again allow herself to covet Victor, never again disturb his life.

Last night would remain what it was: a fleeting, impossible dream.

“Bitch!”

Once the video call ended, Marilyn’s smile vanished. Her face twisted with malice, and she spat hard on the floor.

“A backwoods stray, a disgusting foster brat–how dare she even think about Victor?”

Victor belonged to her. And once she had his heart entirely, she would crush Adeline, grind her into Capital City’s dirt until she disappeared.

For Marilyn’s wealth, for her rise, for her place at the top–Adeline had to be ruined.

After breakfast with Grace, Lily let James whisk her to the bridal salon.

Six custom gowns stood in a row, each dazzling, each more exquisite than the last. Lily’s head spun just looking at them, unable to decide which one to try first.

James had no such hesitation. He stepped forward and picked up the gown displayed at the center–a snow–white, jewel–dusted piece of art.

“Try this one first.”

Lily adored it too. With the help of two attendants, she carried it into the fitting room. The gown was heavy, the kind of dress a bride couldn’t manage alone. But with careful hands tugging and adjusting, she was ready in minutes.

James sat waiting in the lounge, head bent in thought. Something tugged at him; he looked up just as the curtain parted.

And there she was.

For one breathless instant, he swore every light in the world bent toward her.

She was breathtaking.

Elsewhere in the shop, John had come to collect the ruined wedding dress Lily once stitched with her own

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Chapter 496 Bridal Radiance

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hands, the one Elsa had maliciously cut apart. The staff had done their best to restore it; he had been pressing them for weeks. Today it was finally ready.

He stepped upstairs, following the murmur of voices toward the lounge. And then he froze.

Lily emerged in her gown.

Words could never capture how beautiful she was.

The strapless neckline glittered with scattered diamonds, flowing down to a perfectly cinched waist. The skirt billowed in airy layers, clouds chasing her as she moved. Her hair was swept up high, a gossamer veil draping her cheeks, its golden embroidery glinting like sunlight.

Her eyes shone through the veil, luminous, unearthly.

John’s eyes burned. Years ago, in their happiest days, she had smiled at him and said she would only ever wear a wedding dress for him.

Yet hère she was, radiant beyond words–dressed for another man.

His chest ached as though caving in.

Simon had come too. Elsa had pressed him again and again, threatening death if he didn’t marry her. He couldn’t–he wouldn’t. So he sought John out, determined to push responsibility where it belonged.

When John slipped into the bridal salon, Simon followed. And that was when he saw her.

Lily.

Her back to him, the gown dipped low, baring the graceful line of her shoulder blades. The satin shimmered like moonlit water. She lifted her chin toward James, the veil slipping slightly, revealing pearls pinned in her dark hair, stray wisps brushing her cheek.

White should have been simple. On her, it became majesty.

Simon’s breath caught. His heart fell from his chest.

And James–James saw no one else. His world was filled entirely with the dazzling girl walking step by step into his arms.

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