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In the quiet, I feel the weight of the day settle upon me, the exhaustion seeping into my bones. But even as my eyelids grow heavy and my thoughts begin to drift. This moment is one I’ll cherish forever.

“Everything alright?”

I reach up to caress his cheek. “Yes. More than alright.”

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills my senses as I stroll into the kitchen, wrapping my hands around a warm mug. As I sip the steaming liquid, I gaze out the window, watching the waves crash against the shore.

I’m still sore from yesterday. How many times did we do it?

I stretch out, wincing slightly as my body protests. Elijah really did a number on me last night. That man has the stamina of a stallion.

The way he pinned my wrists above my head, his hips grinding into mine. His gravelly voice commanding me to come for him. My body responds to the mere memory.

Our relationship hasn’t been conventional. The way we met, his engagement. It’s been a wild ride. But over these last few months, I’ve seen who Elijah is underneath the sharp suits and cocky swagger. He makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never felt before.

I close my eyes.

Marry me.

He loves me. Really, truly loves me.

And I... I love him, too. More than I ever thought I could love another person.

Elijah has given me this and so much more. Now it’s time I do the same for him and give him my whole heart. Give him… me.

When I open my eyes, I find my reflection gazing back at me with joy. I know my answer.

Yes.

There’s not an ounce of doubt in my mind or heart anymore. I want nothing more than to marry this man.

Marry me.

Two simple words that have changed everything.

With a contented sigh, I turn from the window and pour myself another mug of coffee.

Should we have our wedding on the beach at sunset, like here? In a vineyard? A lavish ballroom? Or in a garden, secluded somewhere? Only with our closest friends and family?

I’d love that.

I won’t wait a moment longer. Oliver needs to sign the divorce papers, so there’s nothing standing between Elijah and me anymore.

I’ll wake him with breakfast and tell him everything.

I crack the eggs into the pan, letting them sizzle as I chop vegetables for the omelets. The scent of onions and peppers mingles with the aroma of coffee brewing. I hum softly to myself, thinking about how to tell Elijah my answer.

Should I blurt it out over breakfast? No, too casual for something so important. I’ll wait until after we’ve eaten.

The doorbell interrupts my thoughts. I glance at the clock on the stove.

10 am.

Wiping my hands on a towel, I make my way to the front door and open it up.

“Hello, wife.”

Chapter 29

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