Becoming Mrs. Blackwood
Warm laughter and cheering from the guests pulled us apart.
But Nathan didn’t step back immediately. His forehead remained close to mine, his breath warm against my lips as he smiled.
“Finally,” he murmured. “Mrs. Blackwood.”
The name settled over me like something heavy and irreversible.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Forever.”
Forever.
It was the word every bride longed to hear—the promise of a lifetime, of unwavering devotion, of a love that would stretch beyond years and into old age. It was supposed to feel safe, certain, endless in the best way.
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