Blood And Promises Novel by Sabrina Hart Chapter 27

Blood And Promises Novel by Sabrina Hart Chapter 27

A surge of immense joy burst forth in Humberto’s eyes. He carefully took the ring out of the box. cherishing it deeply, and slipped it onto Samantha’s left ring finger. The size was just right

The cool touch of the diamond pressed against her skin, and Samantha trembled slightly.

Humberto stood up and gently pulled her into his arms, his movements tender and restrained, as if he were embracing a treasure he had regained after losing it.

Samantha leaned into Humberto’s warm and solid embrace, closing her eyes.

She did not look back at Richard.

Nor did she see, at the moment when she reached out her hand and uttered that word “yes,” how the last faint glimmer in Richard’s eyes was utterly extinguished, turning to ashes. It was as if all vitality and soul had been drained from him; he lay there rigidly, his face ashen, with only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving he was still alive.

He stared fixedly at the ceiling, his eyes wide open, yet so hollow that they held no focus.

Only a single turbid tear slowly slid from the corner of his eye, disappearing into his temple.

Three months later, Junction City.

A simple and warm wedding was held in a small chapel on the outskirts of the city.

There was no grand spectacle, no excessive guests, only the closest family members from both sides and a few dear friends.

Samantha wore a pure white wedding dress, her veil lightly covering her face. The dress was simple and elegant, making her appear even more graceful and refined.

She held a bouquet of fresh lilies in her hands, a gentle and soft smile on her face.

Humberto, dressed in a crisp air force uniform, stood tall by her side, his gaze always resting tenderly on her.

The priest’s solemn voice echoed through the chapel.

“Humberto, do you take Miss Samantha as your wife, to love her, respect her, protect her, and be faithful to her in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, until the end of your life?”

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Humberto turned to face Samantha, his gaze deep and resolute, his voice clear and strong “I do”

“Miss Samantha, do you take Humberto as your husband, to love him, respect him, support him. and be faithful to him in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and sickness, until the end of your life?”

Samantha lifted her eyes and looked at Humberto.

Through the thin veil, she could clearly see the undisguised love and anticipation in his eyes.

She also saw, in the front row, an old photo left by Lindsay. In the photo, Lindsay’s smile was gentle.

She took a gentle breath, and then heard her own calm and clear voice ring out in the quiet chapel: “I do.”

Applause broke out.

Humberto gently lifted her veil, leaned down, and pressed a tender and cherished kiss on her lips.

Samantha closed her eyes.

At that very moment, in the last row of the chapel, in an inconspicuous shadowy corner, a tall figure in a black coat slowly turned around.

Richard stood there like a silent statue.

There was little expression on his face, only an excessive pallor and a deep, unshakable exhaustion and silence in his eyes.

He watched the newlyweds embracing before the altar, watched the calm and gentle smile on Samantha’s face, and the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger.

He watched for a long time, long enough for the newlyweds to begin receiving blessings from friends and family, long enough for applause and laughter to fill the entire chapel.

Then, he lowered his head and left quietly through the side door.

He did not disturb anyone.

It was as if he had never been there.

Half a year later, Richard’s transfer order arrived.

He volunteered for a transfer to the most grueling and remote stretches of the northwest frontier. guarding the nation’s border.

The approval came quickly, it was granted.

Before leaving, he made a trip to the home he once shared with Samantha

The small house was now completely empty, and Mollie had been properly sent back to his hometown.

Alone, he sat in the empty house from sunrise to sunset.

In the end, the only thing he took with him was a somewhat blurry photo of Samantha, which she had once casually left in a drawer.

In the photo, she looked about eighteen or nineteen, dressed in a red practice outfit, stretching her leg in the training room, turning back to the camera with a radiant smile, her brows lively and full of youthful spirit.

That was her youth, a time he had never been part of.

He carefully placed the photo into the pocket of his shirt, close to his heart, then locked the door, left the key under the doormat, and left the city without looking back.

From then on, New York had one less Major General named Richard.

On the desolate northwestern border, there was now a silent, almost reckless colonel, who guarded the land and never married.

It was spring again.

In a quiet apartment somewhere in Junction City, the windows were bright and clean.

Samantha was tidying up the study. Humberto had been temporarily called away to participate in a joint exercise and would be gone for a while.

She was pregnant, just three months along. Humberto was so nervous that he wished he could carry her in his pocket, but in the end, Samantha persuaded him to leave with a smile.

The sunlight was beautiful, streaming warmly through the glass windows.

Samantha’s belly was not yet showing much, only her waist had become a little rounder.

She wore a loose and comfortable cotton dress and placed a bouquet of freshly delivered flowers into the crystal vase by the window.

The flowers were fresh roses flown in by air, vibrant and dewy with the fragrance of morning

There was no signature, only a simple card with two words written in strong, bold handwriting “Peaceful thoughts.”

Every year on her birthday, she would receive such a bouquet of anonymous, air-shipped roses, and the card always bore those two words.

Samantha picked up the card, glanced at it, smiled softly, then set it aside and continued arranging the flower stems in the vase, making them look as natural as possible.

After arranging the flowers, she stepped back to admire them.

Sunlight filtered through the petals, casting dappled shadows on the floor. It was beautiful

She lifted her head and gazed out the window. The spring sky was blue and high, with a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily by.

Looking at the distant blue sky, she suddenly remembered, for some reason, a spring many years ago, when it was drizzling.

She had forgotten her umbrella and was stranded at the entrance of the teaching building. Then, a black umbrella appeared above her head.

A young man in a military academy cadet uniform, with a cold and stern expression, shoved the umbrella into her hand and ran into the rain himself.

She stood there in a daze for a long time before reacting, and shouted loudly at his receding figure, “Hey! What’s your name?”

The young man did not look back; he simply waved his hand at her with his back turned.

Later, she learned that his name was Richard.

Later, he carried her home when she sprained her ankle, silent all the way, his ears slightly red.

Later, he stood in front of her, shielding her from all the gossip, and said, “What are you afraid of? If the sky falls, I’ll hold it up for you.”

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Samantha gently stroked her still-flat belly, where a new life was growing.

The roses on the windowsill bloomed quietly, releasing a faint fragrance.

Those passionate, painful, loved and hated memories were like the scent of the roses-fading,

dispersing, and eventually drifting away with the wind, leaving no trace

But it was all in the past.