EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

Two Years Later.

Ethan exhaled for the umpteenth time that day. No matter how much he did, it didn’t seem to calm his nerves. He looked to the side and saw Vivian holding little Ryan, his and Brielle’s son, dressed in a matching white suit and black bow tie.

“Dadda!” He yelled from where he sat and everyone in the church laughed.

The orchestra played and the large church doors soon opened to reveal the star of the day.

Brielle stood, draped in a mouth-watering princess wedding dress and a veil that covered her face.

Even though he had not seen her face, he knew she looked breathtaking.

She walked slowly, Raymond beside her, taking the place of her father whom she wanted nothing to do with.

Ethan’s eyes blurred with tears as he watched her march towards him, her wide smile visible through the veil.

She finally got to the altar, Ella helping her arrange her veil from behind as she settled and stood facing him, giving him a good view of her face.

She was gorgeous.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered, his smile unwavering.

“Thank you.” She mouthed, smiling widely.

The priest went over his speech, one that they had heard before as this was their second marriage.

However, they weren’t getting married to strangers this time. They were getting married because of the love they had for each other.

“Do you, Ethan Rayne take Brielle Evans as your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked and Ethan nodded eagerly.

“I do. Always.”

The crowd erupted in loud cheers and quieted down when it was time for Brielle’s part.

“Do you, Brielle Evans take Ethan Rayne as your lawfully wedded husband?”

She paused, turning to little Ryan who smiled wider than everyone in the room, and then back to Ethan who had a face full of hope.

“Yes.” She breathed. “Yes, I do.”

“By the power vested in me, I proclaim you, man and wife!” The priest announced and the crowd went wild, clapping and cheering.

All who knew their journey, knew the struggles they went through to get to where they were.

It was the love story of the century!

“You may now kiss your bride!”

Ethan wasted no time. He smoothly removed the veil from her face and closed their distance, grabbing her face gently like she was an egg.

“I love you, Brielle.” He confessed, his eyes watery.

“I love you, Ethan.” She replied genuinely.

“Thank you for trusting me enough. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” He promised and crashed his lips onto hers.