"I've already made an appointment for a new marriage license."That weekend, Daniel handed me the appointment slip in a private banquet room at a restaurant. "I'm going to tell everyone that you're the only person I want to marry."I looked at the paper, not because I still believed him, but because I had waited five years to hear those words.The room was filled with his relatives, mutual friends, and two property management representatives. Martha from the North Ridge motel and the roadside assistance supervisor joined by video. The lawyer had organized every piece of evidence related to the room keys, the vehicle, and the building access.Daniel stood before everyone, holding a written pledge. "Eileen, I owe you for these five years. I let you carry every responsibility of a wife while deliberately delaying the marriage license. On Christmas Eve, I left you alone in a blizzard."He sounded sincere. His relatives watched me, waiting for me to accept the promise, as if one nod from me
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