MICHAEL'S POVThe kiss lingered in my veins long after our lips parted. At first, there was nothing, no pastor's voice, no applause, not even the swell of music. Only her. My wife.The word alone rattled through me, making my chest tighten. Wife. Mine.Then sound returned all at once, crashing like a wave of cheers, laughter, the rising applause of family and friends. I tightened my hold around Alessa’s hand, anchoring myself in the only thing that mattered, as the pastor’s proud voice echoed across the hall: husband and wife.Flashes lit the air. Photographers closed in, moving like waves around us as we were pulled forward.My parents were first. My mother’s tears spilled without shame, her hands cupping my face before she kissed my cheek. My father, usually carved from stone, tried to hold back but his eyes gave him away. He gripped my shoulder with a pride that words couldn’t carry.Then Alessa’s family. Her uncle pulled me into a rough embrace, his palm pressing firm against my b
Last Updated : 2025-09-16
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