EPILOGUE III/AUTHOR'S NOTE.

Ominiscent's POV.

Three years had passed since that night the night that had almost taken everything from Ria. The memory of Jade, the cliff, the terror it still flickered in her mind like a shadow but now it belonged to the past. Luca had been there, every step of the way, turning what could have been despair into safety, into a love so fierce that nothing could touch it.

Their home overlooked a quiet lake, where mornings were painted with gold and evenings glimmered with pink and purple hues. The garden was Ria’s favorite place; she had insisted on planting jasmine, roses, and lilac along the pathways. The scent of flowers mixed with the gentle water breeze, creating a world of calm they could retreat to whenever the past crept too close.

Ria had built her own life in those years. Her boutique—a collection of rare perfumes and custom fragrances—was thriving. She had started it small, but each scent told a story: a memory, a desire, a fragment of her soul. Luca adored surprising