LOGINDaniel's Pov
Security called my office at twelve fifteen the next day.
"Mr Gosling, there's a situation in the lobby."
"What kind of situation?"
"Ms Theron is here. She's refusing to leave."
I was already standing, jacket half on, before the man finished the sentence. My heart pounded in a way it hadn't in years, a mix of anger and something I didn't want to name.
<Rosa’s POVThe name on my phone made the smile disappear from my face. Richard. For several seconds, I simply stared at the screen, unable to move. Daniel noticed immediately. “What is it?” I turned the phone toward him. His expression changed the moment he saw the name. He took the phone from my hand and looked at the screen. The call stopped before either of us could answer. Then a message appeared beneath it. Unknown number: Sorry. Wrong number. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Daniel stared at th
Rosa’s POV“Rosa, there’s something you need to know.”Daniel’s words immediately erased the smile from my face. Only moments ago, we had been standing together, officially husband and wife again, surrounded by people we loved. Now James stood beside him with an expression I couldn’t read, and Daniel was looking at me as though he wasn’t sure how I would react. “What happened?” I asked. James glanced at Daniel. “Tell her.” Daniel sighed. “I will.” He reached f
Rosa’s POVThe applause slowly faded, but Daniel’s hand remained wrapped around mine. We were still standing before everyone, newly married again, and somehow the moment felt bigger than the ceremony itself. I looked at him and remembered the man who had once written me a note about annulment and disappeared before I woke up. Now he was standing in front of everyone, holding my hand as though letting go was no longer an option. The officiant smil&z
Rosa’s POVThe morning arrived before I was ready for it. I woke before anyone came to get me, staring at the ceiling while the quiet sounds of the penthouse moved around me. For a few seconds, I forgot what day it was. Then I saw the white dress hanging across the room, covered carefully beneath its protective fabric, and everything came rushing back. Today was my wedding day. Again. Except this time, there was no fear sitting beside me. There was no unanswered message waiting on my phone. There was no man who had decided I wasn’
Daniel’s POV“I’ll be waiting.”Rosa’s words stayed with me long after our call ended. I stood beside my desk, staring at my phone as though she might somehow appear on the screen. She had refused to tell me anything about the dress, and Sophie had made it clear that if I tried to find out, I would regret it. Normally, not knowing something would have irritated me. Tonight, it made me nervous.I had spent years walking into rooms where everyone expected me to make difficult decisions. Billion-dollar negotiations, board meetings, hostile investors, journalists who wanted to tear me apart—I had handled them without hesitation. I could sign contracts worth billions without my hand shaking. But tomorrow, I would stand in front of Rosa and promise her forever. Somehow, that frightened me more than anything I had ever faced.I left my office later th
Rosa’s POVThe next morning, Sophie arrived at the penthouse before Rosa had even finished her breakfast. She walked through the front door carrying three garment bags, two boxes of shoes, and a folder that looked suspiciously important. Rosa stared at everything, then at Sophie. “What is all this?” Sophie smiled like someone who had been waiting all night to say the words. “Your dress appointment. Today.” Rosa nearly dropped her fork. The wedding was getting closer, and somehow the reality of it had become much more frightening than she expected. This was not Vegas. There would be no impulsive decision, no borrowed dress, no running from one life into another. This time, she would have to choose exactly what she wanted to wear when she walked toward Daniel.Daniel entered the dining room a few minutes later, already dressed for work, his tie slightly loose around his neck. His eyes immediate







