Their wedding was small but filled with genuine warmth.
Neighbors whispered, yet many wiped tears as they watched Arthur’s trembling hands hold Clara’s bouquet. When she walked down the aisle, she looked like sunlight after a long storm.
The vows were spoken through emotion and faith. For Arthur, it was proof that even after loss, love could return like spring after winter. For Clara, it was courage—to follow her heart, no matter the whispers behind her back.
That night, when the guests departed and laughter faded into quiet, Arthur carried his bride across the threshold of their home. It was meant to be the start of a new chapter—one filled with joy and healing.
But as the silence deepened, Arthur noticed Clara’s trembling hands. Her gaze darted away, her smile faltering. When he gently began unfastening the buttons of her gown, she flinched.
