That was the moment Cliff changed his mind. Watching through a film of tears, he could not help but be moved by the scenes of celebration taking place below. He had loved her, no question about that…but he had also taken her for granted. This, his grand plan for winning Chloe back – his secondary objective to humiliate that prick of a groom, of course – was almost immediately rendered null and void.
From his bird’s eye view of events, he could only now fully appreciate the depth and sincerity of the affection his former paramour had for her new husband. The seemingly endless sea of congratulatory faces, the evident delight of all present, cut through the self-pity he had succumbed to for so long heretofore. Seeing her so relaxed, so free from anxiety, so happy… It somehow made him exponentially happier just to witness it.
He realised now that he could never do anything to harm her enjoyment of life. Chloe deserved nothing but the fullness of joy, she had earned her matrimonial bliss.
As Cliff retreated from the edge of the skylight, he knew it was time for him to move on with his life.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…♡