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His future with Olivia wasn’t just an idea anymore—it was a reality, a beautiful, terrifying reality that he didn’t want to face alone. He took her hand, holding it between both of his, his fingers tracing the lines of her palm, as if memorizing the feeling of her skin. “Olivia, I don’t know what the future holds. But I know that I want to face it with you by my side. I want to make promises that I’ll keep, no matter what. And I want you to be my forever.” Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and wonder filling them. "Ethan... what are you saying?"

In that moment, I felt genuinely fortunate to still have a retreat, a solid foundation to fall back on. Then my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. As if possessed, I answered. The blast of club music screamed in my ear, along with the wild, drunken howls of a crowd. I frowned, ready to hang up until a familiar voice slurred through the chaos. Clearly drunk, Dario shouted, “To hell with marriage! To hell with family! I’m free now—no one can control me! Damn, it feels so good!” Around him, a chorus of jeers and cheers erupted.

And because of my husband's special identity, we'd always kept our marriage private. Andrew stared at my ring, and his eyes reddened instantly. Even his voice shook as he asked in disbelief, "A-Are you really married? I thought you said that just to get rid of me." He continued, "You once told me you'd love me forever, so why did you marry someone else?" I looked him coldly in the eyes and replied, "You once told me I was more important than anyone else too, but you canceled our wedding 66 times for Selena. You were the first to break our promise."

My brain scrambles, completely unable to process what’s happening. “I knew it was fake when we began. I know it was bound by rules and signatures on paper. But I don't want a contract anymore, Jade. I don't want a timeline. I want something real between us. I don't want any of us to walk away when this ends. I need you in my life. I want forever. With you.” A hot tear slips down my cheek, catching the candlelight. Forever. the word echoes in my mind. How can I give him forever when my own clock is ticking down to zero? How can I promise him a future when I don't even know if I'll still be alive in three months' time?

And she opened up to him, clutching his upper arms tightly, relishing his strength and warmth. “I love you, Mrs. Foreman,” he said as he smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “I’m going to love you until I take my dying breath.” “I love you too,” she said. “Forever. I promise.” “I’m going to hold you to that, you know,” he warned her. “The 'forever' part.” “Deal.” She kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that made him just want to sigh with happiness. “I don’t mind.”

"Stop messing around, Milton. You pursued me for three years, and we lived together for seven. Ten years is a long time. I know you're angry because of my mistake. I really know I was wrong." As she spoke, she put on a deeply affectionate expression. "You spent three years making me fall for you, so I'll do the same for ten years, until you forgive me. My love for you is real. I'll love you forever!" Listening to her promises right in front of me made my stomach churn with disgust. Maybe someone else could forgive her. Maybe someone else would still give her a chance after she carried another man's child. But that person would never be me. "I said this before. If either of us chose betrayal,

"Leave it. Now. Harrison will assign you elsewhere." It wasn't a request. I grabbed my polish and my rags, my movements stiff and robotic. I didn't look at Ethan, whose expression was already bored, dismissive, as if the last five minutes of vulnerability had been erased. I had just been almost kissed, promoted, and violently discarded in the same breath.

His eyes were clear, searching. “Elena,” he said, my name a soft statement in the night air. “Yes?” He didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just looked at me, as if memorizing the moment. Then, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingertips grazed my cheek, a whisper of a touch. “Friday will be perfect,” he said finally, his voice low and sure. It wasn’t a grand declaration but it was a promise. A promise of continuity, of a future that included laughter, and friends, and shared plans. It was a foundation, solid and real beneath our feet.