It was the early hours of the morning by the time we got back to the estate. I slept fitfully, half-awake, hearing soft rustling noises the whole time, and Rico was nowhere to be found.I rubbed my eyes and sat up, flicking on the wall lamp. The second the light flooded the room, I froze. Spread out perfectly across the white sheets was a wedding dress, pure white, so beautiful it took my breath away.I stared at the dress, stunned, unable to move. That’s when the bedroom door creaked open softly. Rico walked in, dressed in a crisp white tailored wedding suit, holding a bouquet of white roses and lilies in his hand.He walked slowly over to me, and got down on one knee.“Layla. My team of lawyers are idiots. I told them to draw up divorce papers, and they accidentally put together a marriage license instead.” He cracked a small smile, then his face turned serious, reverent, his voice soft.“We’ve been married for years, but I never gave you the big wedding you deserved. Never tol
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