The morning sun spilled softly across the estate, warming the garden where the family had gathered. It was quiet, peaceful—a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of wedding planning, celebrations, and life’s usual chaos. Today, there was no agenda, no pressing task, no stress. Only them.May sat on a comfortable bench under the shade of the tall oak, Clara nestled against her side. Aria and Aiden ran around the garden, laughing as they chased a butterfly that seemed determined to evade them. Damien leaned casually against the railing, watching his children with a gentle smile, his hands clasped loosely in front of him.May’s thoughts wandered, as they often did on such calm mornings, to the journey they had traveled. The struggles. The tears. The quiet moments of doubt that had threatened to undo her. The nights when she had wondered if happiness would ever last. She remembered the early days with Damien, the way he had been patient, steady, and relentless in his care and love. How he had
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