Three years had passed since that day. I stood on the veranda of our house, gazing at the vast garden behind the mansion. Three little children—Aiden, Leo, and Sophie were running among the flowers, laughing and playing together. Beside them, Clara, who was now free from prison, sat on a garden bench with a book in her hands, occasionally looking at her younger siblings with a gentle smile. I smiled at the sight. It felt like a dream. Three years ago, I never imagined I would be here, happy, loved, and surrounded by the people I love. Leon appeared beside me, his arm wrapped around my waist. "What are you doing out here alone?" I turned, looking at my husband. "Just enjoying the view. Look at them. They're so happy." Leon followed my gaze, watching our children play. "They're happy because they have an amazing mother." I laughed, playfully patting his chest. "You always know how to make me blush." "Because it's true," Leon said, kissing my forehead. "You're the best mothe
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