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Epilogue
Carter's PoV:
I walked into the kitchen, a wicked smirk making its way onto my face as I saw my husband leaned against the counter, a cup of tea steaming between his fingers. He was wearing a white apron, "The chef's kiss is the best" being written with sparkling glitter over his chest. I bought that appron for him.
"Morning, love!" I said as I made my way between my husband's legs, lifting him onto the counter and making him yelp in surprise.
Fifteen years had passed since my legs have been amputated and fourteen years since I got my prosthetics. Now, I had two robotic legs and could walk like a normal person. It was all thanks to Ryder Morris. I don't
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