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It was happening all over again.
It was exactly how things went years ago.
He had waited for her so much that a minute late turned into thirty minutes. Then, an hour turned into two before the officiating priest got tired of waiting.
As his paces felt heavier, Charles didn't know what to feel at first. Anger? Hatred? Disappointment? Sadness?
Isabella, like that dreadful day, was already thirty minutes late and the officiating Judge couldn't bear to be extremely delayed. Charles then wondered if she had made that promise out of pity when in fact she must have had some plan to run away tucked away in her head.
As he walked out of the elevator, he felt his whole body shake. Resisting the urge to clench the sides of his head, Charles rushed air out of his mouth, trying as much as possible to keep himself calm.
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