One year later.
Same man. Same woman. But a very different wedding.
No lies. No contracts. Just two people, finally whole.
Adrian smiled as I walked down the aisle — in a dress I chose, in a life I fought for.
"I do," he whispered.
So did I.
And this time…
We weren't marrying for obligation, or out of pain, or because of someone else's mistake.
We were marrying for love.
Real, raw, imperfect love.
And this time — it was forever.