Page 55 of Prince Cheating Charming

“Cheat on you again?” he cried, dropping the shovel and heading toward me. “Even the thought of another woman is enough to turn my stomach. I’d rather chew my own leg off than hurt you again.”

I grabbed the hose and turned it on full blast, spraying him up and down with the powerful streams of frigid water.

“You get another chance, you asshole,” I said.

Laughing, he rushed up to me, hugging me as tightly as he could, capturing my lips with his.

“You won’t regret this, I swear,” he crowed. “I am going to give you everything you want, my Queen.”

“What I want is for you to come inside and wash the shit off of yourself,” I retorted, but my arms were around him and my face was raised up for another kiss.

Alexander kissed me again, gathering me up in his arms.

“I love you,” he said, as my legs wrapped around his waist. “I love you so much.”

“This would be so much more romantic if you didn’t smell like horse shit,” I said, but my mouth was eager, and I tightened my arms around his neck.

“This is the glamorous life of a Queen,” he laughed. “I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. If you want romance, you’ll get it.”

My heart felt full as he walked back across the palace lawns.

“I’m going to burn those clothes, but I want you. As long,” and here I took a deep breath, because this was a new start and a new beginning, and I wasn’t going to bring up the past anymore. “As long as I get you all to myself.”

“Always, Mrs. Levesque,” Alexander said firmly. “You have got me for forever. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I said, snuggling tighter into my husband’s strong arms.

Epilogue

Alexander (one year later)

I’m waiting at the end of the aisle for my bride.

We’re getting our vows renewed a year after we had our first wedding.

But this time I wanted a wedding that she planned. Without all the customs she so angelically agreed to follow the first time.

So we’re on a beautiful golden-white beach in the south of Norjava, the sands stretching out in one direction as far as the eye can see, the sparkling blue waves gently hitting the shores. Everything is gorgeous and beautiful and perfect, and I can’t even object too much to Magnus presiding over the wedding in a Hawaiian shirt so unhinged and insane it could be seen from space.

“If you wanted the Archbishop’s robes, you should have done it right the first time,” Magnus said, and I’m too happy to say shit.

The most beautiful woman in the world, the only woman I could ever love, agreed to give me a second chance.

When I see Delilah walk down the aisle on her uncle Mortimer’s arm, my heart feels like it’s going to explode with joy.

My beautiful wife is in the dress she chose for our wedding, a buttercup yellow sundress, her dark curls tied in a half-bun and falling down her shoulders and back.

God, she’s stunning.

The gorgeous love of my life, who gave me a second chance. I hope I’ve made it up to her. I hope I can always make it up to her so she never doubts she’s my number one priority.

When she puts her soft hand in mine, her wedding rings finally back on her finger, I swear I could conquer the world.

The ceremony is short and sweet, with a lot of laughter, and exaggerated coughing sounds at the new line I added to my wedding vows.

It’s not customary in Norjava for aristocratic men to swear to be faithful to their wives, but I add the line in anyway, even though I know Magnus is going to clear his throat as loudly as he can, like he just swallowed a fly.

Her friends have only 75-80% forgiven me. Maybe in a few years we’ll inch that percentage up.

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