Hate To Love: The CEO's Regret
“But loving you was never one of them. You are my beginning, Laura. My end. My purpose. Marry me. Make this pain worth something. Let’s build the kind of love story no one can tear apart.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “Yes,” I choked out. “Yes, Elijah. I’ll marry you.”
The moment he slipped the ring onto my finger, fireworks exploded behind the drone-lit message, painting the sky in bursts of silver and crimson. Elijah stood, and I threw my arms around him as the city roared in celebration beneath us.
Later that night, as we sat on the balcony surrounded by laughter, candles, and champagne flutes, I felt the shift. The joy. The healing. The universe, for once, seemed to be on our side.
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