When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian)

Whitney was startled. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone emerge from the floral arch. Her heart raced as she kept her gaze fixed on Noel, too nervous to turn around. "Go ahead." Noel sensed her anxiety, squeezing her hand and offering a reassuring smile.

Whitney took a deep breath, then finally turned to look. When she saw who was approaching, her heart clenched with emotion, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Yvette was pushing a wheelchair, with Dariel standing beside her. Sitting in the chair was none other than Whitney's mother, Margaret.

After years of being in a coma, barely seeing the light of day, Margaret's face was pale, and she had lost weight.

"Whit..." Margaret's voice was soft and hoarse as she called out to her. She smiled affectionately and reached her hand out toward Whitney.

Whitney hurried over, lifting her gown as she nearly ran. When she reached Margaret, she could hardly believe her eyes.noveldrama

Her mother, who had been in a coma for 20 years and whom she had always hoped would wake up, was finally right in front of her. "Mom..." Whitney's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart," Margaret said, her eyes filled with tears as she reached up to gently stroke Whitney's cheek. "I'm so happy. I can finally see you get married."

It had been 20 years, but in Margaret's memory, Whitney was still just a little girl, her very own ray of sunshine.

A car accident had put her into a coma for two decades, and now, when she opened her eyes, her little girl had grown into an adult and found such a perfect partner.

Margaret felt a wave of emotion wash over her, and her gaze shifted to the handsome man who had walked over. She hesitated, unsure of what to call him.

"Mom, I'm Noel Howard. Please call me Noel."

Noel smiled warmly at Margaret as she added, "I married Whitney without asking for your blessing, but I promise I'll cherish, love, and protect her every day from now on. Please don't worry." Whitney looked at Noel through tear-filled eyes, her heart overwhelmed with emotion.

"That puts my mind at ease. You're both wonderful, and Whitney marrying you is a true blessing," Margaret said, smiling warmly.

At that moment, Beckham and Madelyn walked over as well.

"Margaret, don't worry, we'll treat Whitney like our own daughter," Madelyn said, bending down to pat Margaret's hand.

Both mothers then sat in the front row, watching the final part of the ceremony.

Yvette sat in the audience, her eyes puffy from crying.

"Today is Whitney's happiest day, so stop crying," Thomas said, handing her a tissue.

"What do you know?" Yvette replied. "My best friend's dream has come true, and she's reached a major milestone in her life. I'm so happy for her!"

She rolled her eyes at him as she cried and took the tissue. After wiping her tears, she handed it back to Thomas while pulling out her compact powder to touch up her makeup. Thomas, unfazed, took the tissue and moved closer to her. "When are we going to have our big day then?"

The ceremony ended, and guests began helping themselves to the buffet.

Yvette put the compact powder back in her bag. She stood up and glanced at Thomas. "Always dreaming up the perfect scenario, aren't you?"

"I'm yours now. Don't you want to take some responsibility for me?" Thomas continued to pursue her, walking right behind her.

"Mr. York, we're adults. There's no

need to make such a big deal about it. Besides, I'm not the one you like, so stop forcing it." She shot his words from Elena's birthday dinner right back at him.

"Who says you're not the one I like? I've made up my mind!" Thomas exclaimed.

"But I don't feel the same anymore," Yvette said, pulling her wrist away from Thomas' hand. "I'm going to look for Whitney. Stop following me."

Thomas watched her leave, and regret consumed him. He couldn't believe he had said something like that before.

However, it didn't matter. He wasn't about to give up because Yvette was the only one he wanted to marry.

...

Margaret had finally woken up, and

Whitney just wanted to stay by her side. Noel reassured her not to

worry about the guests and promised to handle everything.

When Yvette came over, Margarent and Whitney were chatting, and she joined them. Then, Yvette asked Whitney, "I didn't see Helena. Is she not here?" Whitney replied, "She went to the airport."

"The airport?"

"She's going to chase someone who's very important to her," Whitney said with a mysterious smile.

...

At the airport, Matthew was sitting in the departure hall.

After attending Whitney's wedding ceremony, he immediately headed to the airport for Moslea, where a

university had accepted here.

for a

graduate program.

The announcement for boarding had already started. Matthew grabbed his luggage and walked toward the gate. "Matthew!"

He heard a familiar voice in the crowd. When he turned, he saw Helena running toward him, looking anxious.

A flicker of delight appeared in his eyes, but the memory of her rejection in the car that night quickly extinguished it.

Still, he stepped out of the line. "What are you doing here?"

"Are... are you going to Moslea for grad school?" Helena asked, panting.

Matthew nodded.

"Then, will you come back?" she asked, her eyes full of hope.

"Probably not," Matthew replied, smiling.