Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 786

Chapter 786: Because with you, for the first time ... she chose herself.

The next day —

The sun hung low in the sky, its golden glow stretching across the garden. The gentle breeze carried the scent of lilies and roses —Brenda’s favourites. It was so quiet and serene ... almost as though the garden itself understood the solemnity of the moment.

Arwen walked with Aiden and Idris on her side, her trembling hands holding the urn that contained Brenda’s ashes. It was a simple yet elegant porcelain piece, adorned with delicate patterns of lavender and white —the colours that Brenda always loved.

Arwen held it close to her chest, as though clutching the last tangible part of her Granna.

Her gaze darted around to stare at the flower garden stretched before her —vibrant and full of life. She still remembered how her Granna used to spend countless hours here —tending to every flower here as though each of them meant something to her.

"Granna, you love them a lot, don’t you?"

Brenda had laughed at that but hadn’t refuted. "I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world, Winnie."

"You are lying, Granna," Arwen had pouted. "You don’t look after me so tenderly. At every opportunity you get, you use it to tease me over something or another. Where is your love?"

"That’s because I love you in a different way —a way where I enjoy to the fullest around you. And as for these flowers ..." She had paused to look at them with a gentle gaze as though conveying her purpose. "I love them so that they could love me back when I come to rest amidst them."

At that time, Arwen was too young to understand what kind of rest her Granna wanted amidst these flowers. But today, when the time had come, she had finally realized it.

Her steps paused near the small burial site that had been prepared beneath a flourishing rose bush, the same bush Brenda had planted decades ago with her own hands. Its blossoms were in full bloom, their petals swaying gently as if in a soft farewell.

Idris stood silently beside Arwen, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder in quiet support.

Aiden was there too, standing a little behind her. His expression was solemn, and his presence felt steady —as a silent anchor standing there to keep her together.

The priest concluded the final prayers. His voice low and steady, merging with the whisper of the evening breeze. And then, it was time. He gestured Arwen, cuing her forward.

Arwen nodded. And then, with slow, reverent movements, she stepped forward. Her hands that held the urn shook, but she didn’t let herself falter. She lowered it into the small hollow in the ground. As she settled it into the place, her breath hitched. Her vision blurred with tears.

"This is where you wanted to be, Granna, Didn’t you?" she whispered, her voice shaking. She let her fingers brush over the cool porcelain one last time. "Among your flowers ... the ones you carefully planted."

As she stepped a step back, everyone slowly came forward to cover the urn with earth, layer by layer, until the ground was level again. A few fresh rose petals were scattered on the top, their soft pink contrasting beautifully against the dark soil.

When everything was finished, Arwen took a deep breath. Her heart still ached, but there was also a quiet sense of rightness, as though she had accepted it —accepted that Brenda’s soul had found its way home.

"Princess!" Idris spoke softly, his voice laced with quiet understanding, "We should return now. Let her have the peace she needs."

From the corner of her eyes, she could tell even Aiden was staring at her like waiting to embrace her and offer her the warmth that even she didn’t know she was craving.

"Dad ... Aiden," she murmured slowly, without turning to look at any of them. Her eyes were still fixed on the memorial plaque. "Can I ... have some time alone? Please."

Idris exchanged a brief glance with Aiden before nodding. "Of course, sweetheart," he said gently.

Aiden stared at Arwen, but didn’t say anything. He knew she needed this time to heal —heal from the regrets she was harbouring inside her. His gaze lingered on her for aa moment —protective and steady. Then, he silently guided Idris a few steps away, giving her the space she needed. He didn’t walk away, just enough to remain close enough to keep a watch from a distance.

As they retreated, the world around Arwen grew quiet. Only the chirping of the distant birds and rustling of the leaves remained the air.

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