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SHAWNAI stood in the hallway, my heart heavy as I listened to the sound of my children’s feet racing ahead, eager to see their father. I was grateful for their eagerness, for their simple hope that he would wake up, but I was also terrified. How could I explain to them that everything might not go back to normal? That their dad wasn’t just going to wake up one day like he always did?"Mom," Billy called back, turning his small face up to me, "we’re not going anywhere until Dad wakes up, right?"I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a smile. "Of course not, sweetie. We’re all staying right here."The weight of the words I didn’t say hung in the air, but Billy didn’t seem to notice. He turned back and tugged on his sister’s hand. "Come on, Billy! Dad’s gonna be so happy to see us!"I nodded at their excited faces and tried to hold it together. They needed me to be strong. They couldn’t know how badly I was breaking inside.As the kids dashed down the hall, I leaned against the w

SHAWNAI felt like I was on a rollercoaster that wouldn’t stop. It was only a few hours ago when Damien had asked me to marry him. The words still echoed in my head, as did the joy on his face when I said yes. It felt right, no, more than right. It felt like everything I’d been hoping for, everything I’d wanted. A family, love, stability... finally, I was getting the life I’d always dreamed of.But then, of course, reality hit. Damien’s family came into the picture, and things started to spiral out of control.“Mommy, what kind of dress are you gonna wear?” Phoebe asked, her tiny voice cutting through the thoughts swirling in my head. She was jumping up and down, her little hands clapping. She was thrilled, and I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Billy wasn’t far behind, grinning like a Cheshire cat.“I don’t know yet, sweetheart,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “But I’ll make sure it’s something special.”Damien was watching me with that goofy grin, practically glowing from h

DAMIENThe moment I walked in, Mom turned to face me, arms crossed, her expression already set in irritation.“What did you say to Shawna?” I asked, my voice calm but firm.She scoffed, shaking her head. “Oh, so now I’m the villain?”“I didn’t say that,” I replied, crossing my arms as well. “I just want to know what happened.”She let out a dry laugh, her eyes flashing. “You should be certain you want to marry her, Damien. It seems like she’s still holding onto the past.”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay composed. “You’re not making things any easier by controlling every little thing about our wedding. This is supposed to be for us, not you.”“For us?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “You mean for her. Because it seems to me that she’s getting everything her way while I’m being cast aside. Do you think that’s fair?”I exhaled sharply. “Mom, Shawna isn’t trying to push you out. She just wants to have a say in her own wedding.”Mom scoffed again. “A small wedding?

DAMIENI watched Shawna pace back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The frustration in her eyes was impossible to miss, and I hated seeing her like this.“Maybe,” I said carefully, “we’re moving too fast with everything.”She stopped mid-step and turned to look at me, her lips pressing together in thought.“Are you saying you don’t want the wedding anymore?” she asked, her voice softer than before, but there was an edge to it.I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all. I want to marry you, Shawna. I just don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by all of this. If you need a break, we can take a step back.”She let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “I do want the wedding, Damien. I really do. But I feel like we need to change our environment. Just get away from everything, from everyone. Just for a little while, so we can focus on us.”I studied her, understanding exactly what she meant. “You mean away from my mother.”She gave me a pointed loo

SHAWNAWalking into Damien’s house, I felt a mix of nerves and determination swirling inside me. This conversation with his mother needed to happen. I couldn’t keep pretending to be okay with her making every decision for our wedding.As we stepped into the living room, his mother turned to face us, her expression unreadable. “To what do I owe this visit?” she asked, her tone clipped.I took a deep breath and smiled politely. “I wanted to talk to you about the wedding.”Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh? Have you finally realized that I know what’s best?”I shook my head. “Actually, no. I wanted to let you know that the plans I have for the wedding are different from what you want.”Damien shifted beside me, but he didn’t say anything. This was my fight to handle, and he knew it.His mother exhaled sharply, clearly displeased. “Go on,” she said reluctantly, folding her arms across her chest.“I want a beach wedding,” I announced, watching her closely for a reaction.Her brows lifted. “A