Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 25

Revenge of the Missing Wife Chapter 25

On the day of the wedding, the sun shone brightly. 

We didn’t hold a grand ceremony. Instead, we chose a small chapel and invited only our closest family and friends. 

As my parents watched me put on my wedding dress, their eyes filled with relieved, grateful tears. 

“My daughter… you’ve finally found real happiness, my mother said, her voice trembling. 

Just as the ceremony was about to begin, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. 

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Landon stood beyond the chapel doors. He was dressed neatly in a tailored suit. The madness and obsession that once filled his eyes were gone, replaced by a quiet, subdued sorrow. 

“I just came to wish you well,” he said from a distance. “Eleanor, I’m sorry… and thank you. I’m sorry for everything I did to hurt you. And thank you for teaching me what real love looks like.” 

“I’ll keep going to therapy. I’ll keep trying to become a better person-not to win you back, but to make sure I never hurt anyone like that again.” 

“I wish you happiness, Eleanor. This will be the last time I come to see you.” 

After speaking, he bowed deeply, then turned and walked away. 

I watched his retreating figure, emotions tangled inside me. 

Perhaps… this was the best ending. 

He had finally learned to let go. 

He had learned respect. 

He had learned how to love. 

And I… had finally found my own happiness. 

After the ceremony, Carter took my hand, and together we stepped toward the future that belonged to us. 

“Eleanor, I love you,” he whispered by my ear, 

“I love you too, Carter,” I replied with a smile. 

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Chapter 25 

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This time, I married the right person. 

This time, I married true love. 

Years later, I would occasionally see news about Landon. 

He had founded an organization dedicated to helping victims of domestic abuse. He was personally involved in its operations and had helped countless broken families. 

He never remarried. Nor was he ever rumored to be involved with another woman again. 

Once, a reporter asked him why he had chosen not to marry again. 

He only smiled faintly and said, “I had a marriage once. It was the biggest mistake of my life. I don’t want to make that 

same mistake again.” 

“I’d rather spend my time and energy helping those who need it. Maybe that’s the most meaningful thing I can do in this 

lifetime.” 

I heard that news while having afternoon tea with Carter. 

“Do you regret it?” he asked softly. 

“Regret what?” I replied. 

“Not giving him another chance.” 

I shook my head and tightened my hold on Carter’s hand. 

“No. Everyone has to take responsibility for their choices. He chose to hurt me. I chose to leave. Those were our lessons 

to learn.” 

“And besides… if not for that experience, I wouldn’t have met you. I wouldn’t have understood what a truly healthy love 

looks like.” 

“So no, I don’t regret it. I just hope he can truly let go of the past and find his own redemption.” 

Carter gently kissed my forehead. 

“You’ve always been kind.” 

“It’s not kindness,” I said with a small smile. “It’s just letting go.”