Three years had passed, and somewhere between surgeries, sleepless nights, examinations, clan conflicts, and stolen kisses in kitchens and hallways, life had finally settled into something that felt frighteningly close to peace.Not the kind of peace that came from having no storms, because Reign and I were two people born under storms, but the kind that came from surviving enough disasters together that silence no longer felt temporary.Russiana was healthier now, stronger, with color back in her cheeks and enough energy to argue with me daily. Our home, the one Reign and I built two years ago after endless disagreements over wall paint and furniture, no longer felt like a structure of wood and concrete. It felt lived in. Warm. Full of laughter, arguments, footsteps, and the familiar scent of the man I loved.That evening, after the Nursing Licensure Examination results had been officially released and my name appeared among those who passed, I came home later than usual, exhausted fr
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