The Seventh Miserable Bride

On the top of the mountain where the cold breeze was blowing, a thin figure stood in front of a deserted cemetery.

When Yasmine Taylor remembered that it had been two whole years since she had visited her mother last time, her heart was filled with blame, guilt, sadness, and despair...

Yasmine put a bouquet of lilies in front of the tombstone and knelt down. "Mom, I'm finally back to see you. I'm sorry that it took me so long. With none of our relatives around to visit you, you must have been lonely for the past two years. No one came to visit you and no one sent you the flowers that you liked so much. What a lonely period it must have been..."

Tears flowed out of her eyes, and her fingers trembled as she reached out to her mother's photo. "I dare not come back. When I return to this familiar land, I feel like I have returned to the pain that I have experienced in the past. From when I was twelve till I was twenty-five, I have been destroyed by the broken family love and unfortunate marriage until the faith in me has completely shattered. I left with a broken heart and went far away..."

Yasmine's shoulders trembled because of the overwhelming sadness. Despite having cried out in desperation in front of her mother's tombstone two years ago before she left, Yasmine's heart still ached terribly. She told her mother about the helplessness she had been through, as well as the reason she had left.

"Mom, you are the only person who loved me the most in the world. Even if you were buried down here, you would understand the life I used to live in the past, but now you can rest assured because everything has passed. I am no longer the same person I was in the past. I will no longer treat others kindly and unconditionally, and I will not let others hurt me again. My heart was grown and tempered in pain, and it had changed in despair. No one can hurt me again."

The rain finally fell, pouring, but she had expected it all along. Yasmine knew from the beginning that this rain could not be avoided...

In the large dining room in the Simons family residence, only three people had gathered together for dinner. They were Titus Simons, Madam Simons, and Sebastian Simons.

The originally luxurious and long table in the family had been changed to a square table. No one could recall exactly when it was changed, perhaps a year or two ago, or even longer. No one could remember the specific time, but everyone who stayed in the family knew that this was done so that they could forget those who had left.

After all, sitting on one's usual spot, how could one eat happily having noticed the empty seats on the table? No, so the best way to forget was not to look at the things that could make you remember those that you had left in your lives.

Madam Simons had a serious expression on her face as if she had something on her mind. She glanced at her son from time to time. She wanted to speak but stopped a few times. In the end, she could not control herself and revealed the confusion in her heart.

"I... seem to have seen someone today."

Titus slowly raised his head and rebutted her grumpily, "Is it rare to see a person? You're saying as if the people you've seen all day aren't humans."

Ever since his son had moved back, Titus' condition improved a lot. Although his son had returned to his cold and numb demeanor that he had many years ago, and perhaps even more indifferent than before, Titus was thankful as long as his son returned to their side.

"She's not just someone..." Madam Simons muttered.

"Who is it?"

Titus raised his eyebrows, seemingly sensing her caution.

"I think I saw Yasmine..." she said.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the dining room froze, and the couple turned their gaze to their son at the same time.

Sebastian's eyelashes only quivered slightly when he heard the name that he had sealed deeply in his heart, and he remained indifferent. Having seen this, the Simons couple felt an ache in their hearts. What kind of despair could he have possibly experienced that he was still unmoved when he heard such news? Was it possible that their son's happiness had really been destroyed by them... Yasmine returned to the hotel from the mountain. From a distance, she saw Gabriel Smith anxiously pacing back and forth outside the hotel. She felt a sudden warmth in her heart. At least after she lost everything, there was still someone who would worry about her and worry to find her.

"Director Smith, are you waiting for me?" she asked.

Gabriel heard her voice and raised his head immediately. When he saw Yasmine, who was drenched all over, he asked angrily, "Where have you been?"

"I went to the nearby shopping mall and bought some clothes," she lied.

Yasmine waved the bag in her hand.

"If you want to buy clothes, you could just ask me to come along with you. After all, you are not familiar with this place. That's some guts you have."

"These are all lingerie. I'll be embarrassed if you accompany me," she said.

"You shouldn't sneak out without telling me at all. I couldn't get through your phone. Don't you know that I'll be worried?"

She pursed her lips innocently, "If I had asked you, would you have let me go alone..."

Gabriel was taken aback. "What about your phone? Why couldn't I reach you?"

"It's out of power," she answered.

"I thought your phone went missing with you." He stared at her with affection and said, "Go get changed and don't catch a cold." "Yes, sir!"

Yasmine saluted to him with a standard military salute and Gabriel's anger dissipated in an instant. A relieved smile appeared on his thin sexy lips.

Perhaps because of the rain, the sky had already turned dark at 5.30 p.m. After taking a hot bath and changing into clean clothes, Yasmine came to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel, where Gabriel was waiting for her to have dinner together.

"What would you like to have?"

Gabriel handed her the menu.

"Whatever."

"Do you know the moment when you are least adorable?"

She shook her head. "I don't know."

"Whenever you say 'whatever'."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not a casual man. Why do you always treat me so casually?"

Yasmine huffed, "What do you mean?"

"When I ask you what you would like to eat, you should tell me what you want to eat or what you liked to eat, instead of just brushing me off by saying 'whatever'. Do you think I am a person who can be easily brushed off?"

"Oh my God. Alright, you win."

Yasmine raised her hands and surrendered. She took the menu and said, "I will have an Italian steak."

Gabriel raised the corner of his mouth proudly. "That's much better."

He beckoned the waiter over and ordered, "Two sets of Italian steak, medium-rare."

When he was waiting for the meal, he had a hand on his cheek and he asked coyly, "So, have you considered it?"

"Consider what?"

Yasmine didn't realize his hint.

"About our relationship."

She was speechless for a moment. "Why are you still thinking about it? Didn't I tell you a long time ago that it is impossible between us?"

Gabriel was unwilling to give up. "Why is it impossible? You and I are both single. Why can't we be together?"

"I am a divorcee," she said.

"I don't mind."

"I can't have a child."

"I don't mind either."

"It's not about you. Love is not a matter of two people. Even if you don't mind, it doesn't mean that your parents would think the same way as you do." she sighed.

"My parents won't mind it either. They believe in my judgment."

Yasmine snorted, "You're too confident. When they know you've chosen a divorced woman who is infertile, they won't believe in your judgment anymore." Gabriel was stunned and suddenly asked excitedly, "You have been reluctant to accept my feelings because you were worried about these? Does that mean that you actually have feelings for me? You like me, don't you?"

"If you can't even solve the most basic problem, it's unnecessary to talk about feelings then."

At that moment, the waiter served the steaks on the table. Yasmine gracefully picked up the cutlery, cut a small piece, and put it into her mouth.

"If my parents accept you, will you accept me?"

Gabriel looked at her with a burning gaze. Yasmine sighed helplessly. "Even if that's the case, I can't accept you."

"Why?"

"I would feel guilty. I loved my ex-husband very much, but we still divorced in the end. What does this mean? It shows that I can't selfishly neglect other people's feelings for my own happiness. Every man has the right to be a father, and no one is eligible to deprive them of their rights."

"I know you were treated unfairly by your previous inlaws, but I promise you that it won't happen in our family. I won't let you worry about having children. Not every wealthy family will make your life difficult." "Even if that happens, I'm just transferring the guilt from a person to another person. There is no free lunch in the world. When you get something, you will inevitably lose more. This is the law of nature." "You don't need to feel guilty. Actually, I still have an older brother. He has been abroad this whole time and our family has a lot of businesses abroad. My father has arranged it clearly from the very beginning. He is in charge of international affairs while I will be in charge of the domestic market. So, Madeline, I am telling you these to let you know that I am not the only son in our family. It is not necessary for me to continue our bloodline."

Yasmine raised her head in surprise. "You have an older brother? Why haven't I heard you say that before?"

"I don't want you to think that I'm pursuing you so unscrupulously because there is someone else who could pass down the bloodline of my family. I have always wanted to prove that the reason why I pursued you is that I like you. But at this moment, it seems that you care a lot about the fact that you can't have children, so I have to tell you."

There was no denying that his words had touched Yasmine's heart a little. For the first time, she looked at Gabriel seriously and said seriously, "I will consider it."

Even if she didn't accept him immediately, it was enough for Gabriel to be happy. He knew that Yasmine was cautious about relationships over the past two years. The fact that she was willing to think about it meant that this relationship was in great hope.

At night, Yasmine stood in front of the french window of the hotel suite. It was raining during the day. At this time, the rain stopped and snowflakes were falling.

Only then did she realize that winter was approaching once again. It would be the second winter since she parted with Sebastian. It was chilling.

She opened the window and stretched her hand out. A small snowflake fell on her palm. It was cool, and the chill crept up to her heart. She withdrew her arm and stared at the melting snowflakes in her hand. She remembered the scene where Sebastian and she squatted on the mountain of Hokkaido and waited for the diamond snow to come that winter. That day, regardless of the cold, she insisted on waiting for the diamond snow, and her determination was unbreakable. Although

Sebastian kept complaining, he accompanied her to the end. In fact, she knew that he also expected the legend of the diamond snow to happen on the two of them, but he did not want to admit it like a girl.