Years had passed since I had faked my life away to survive him. Since then, we had both grown in ways I could never have imagined. He had changed—truly, deeply—and I had healed. The chaos, the heartbreak, the fear of the past no longer ruled our lives. What we had now was nothing like the obsession or toxicity that had once consumed us. It was grounded, safe, and real.Our wedding was quiet, intimate, exactly what we both needed. There were no grand crowds, no dramatic gestures, just the people who mattered most—and a promise that we would choose each other every single day. Standing there, hand in hand, I looked into his eyes. I didn’t see the boy who had hurt me, but the man who had faced his mistakes, owned his past, and fought tirelessly to become better—not for anyone else, but for me.“I love you,” he whispered as he held my hands. “Not because I need you, but because I respect you. Not because I’m afraid of losing you, but because I want to be with you. Always.”And I smiled, t
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