One Year LaterThe Masterson estate felt warmer now.Perhaps it was the way the sun poured through the wide windows each morning, or how laughter—soft and steady—had woven itself into the home's rhythm. Maybe it was the scent of Amaliah’s favorite vanilla candle, always burning somewhere within the house. Or maybe it was simply the love that had settled in, staying for good.Caesar walked in from the garden, dirt on his hands and a faint smudge on his cheek. He had just finished helping the girls build a treehouse—a weekend project that had taken on a life of its own. He smiled as he looked around for her.He found her in the kitchen, standing by the sink, her hair pulled up messily, holding a pregnancy test in her hands.She looked up when she heard him. Her eyes shimmered with something soft—something he knew well.“What’s that?” he asked, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.She handed him the test, her hands trembling slightly.He stared down at it.Two li
The night was beginning to settle, its final notes lingering in the air. Guests lined the garden path, sparklers in hand, their laughter and cheers rising with every shimmering flicker of light.Amaliah had changed into a soft satin dress that caught the moonlight with every step, her hair now pinned loosely, her heels exchanged for something easier, more comfortable. Caesar’s tie hung undone around his neck, his jacket tossed over one shoulder. But his smile—his smile was unwavering.Hand in hand, they moved through a glowing tunnel of celebration. Their daughters darted ahead, waving sparklers like comets through the night. Friends clapped, family cheered, and somewhere in the flurry of joy, someone called out, "Happily ever after starts now!"At the end of the path, a vintage cream-colored convertible awaited them, adorned with delicate white flowers and a hand-painted sign that simply said: Just Married.Caesar opened the door and helped Amaliah into the passenger seat before slidi
“Dearly beloved,” began Amaliah’s father, the officiant, his voice warm and full of grace. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate one of life’s most cherished moments—the union of two souls in marriage. This is more than a ceremony; it is a promise. A vow of love, trust, and choosing one another—every day, for the rest of their lives.”He turned his gaze to Caesar and Amaliah, a soft smile on his face. “Caesar and Amaliah, your story is one of resilience. Of finding light in darkness. Of healing side by side. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter—not as two, but as one.”With a gentle nod, he said, “Caesar, you may now share your vows.”Caesar turned to Amaliah, taking her hands into his. The garden courtyard seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in the moment.“Amaliah… from the moment I met you, I saw light in a world that had long been shadowed. You weren’t mine to love then, but my heart chose you anyway.I watched you give your love even
Five months laterThe garden courtyard behind the church had been transformed into a dream suspended in early spring. Wisteria vines curled lazily around the old stone arches, and fresh blossoms peeked out from the hedges as if drawn to the soft notes of the piano drifting through the air. Above, strings of fairy lights hung like stars waiting for dusk, and the scent of roses lingered with every breeze.At the entrance to the garden, a welcome table had been set — rustic wood topped with vintage frames holding photographs of Amaliah and Caesar through the years. A hand-painted sign rested beside them, reading “Welcome to the beginning of forever,” in soft cursive. A nearby chair had been decorated with florals — a quiet tribute to someone dear, watching from heaven.Rows of wooden chairs, draped in ivory fabric and tied with sage ribbons, faced a grand floral arch that stood proudly at the far end of the courtyard. It was built from natural wood and wrapped in cascading arrangements
The night bloomed like a dream—soft music floated in the air, and laughter danced through the garden blending with the soft music in the background. The long table was adorned with Caesar’s favorite dishes: grilled lamb skewers, fragrant saffron rice, creamy sweet corn soufflé, and decadent chocolate mousse waiting for dessert to end the evening. The girls played freely on the lawn, their giggles mixing with the sound of glasses clinking, while the adults relaxed beneath strings of glowing fairy lights.But Caesar’s mind wasn’t on the food, or the lights, or the laughter. His eyes kept drifting to her.“I actually have a surprise too,” he said suddenly, turning to Amaliah.Amaliah turned toward him, curiosity lighting up her features. “You do?”He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yes.”“What is it?” she asked, scanning the garden for a hint.As the music slowed and the stars shimmered brighter overhead, Caesar stood up. The chatter faded. Gently, he took Amaliah’s hand, pr
The courtroom was quiet, too quiet. It wasn’t the silence of peace—it was the silence of something long-awaited. Heavy. Sharp-edged.Rafael Rivers stood at the defendant’s table, clad in a neatly pressed gray suit that hung a little looser than it used to. He’d lost weight. His face, once charming and confident, had hardened into something unrecognizable.Beside him, his attorney murmured something low under his breath, but Rafael didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed straight ahead—on the bench, on Judge Danetta Myles, the woman who held his fate in her hands.She shuffled a few papers, adjusted her glasses, and looked up with that same piercing calm she’d maintained throughout the trial. “This court is now in session.”The murmur in the gallery faded instantly. Cameras weren’t allowed, but that didn’t stop the press from flooding the hallways outside. The name Rafael Rivers had gone from business columns to crime headlines. Today, that name would be sealed in court records—attached to