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I didn't reply to the message from my girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher. My eyes were locked on the photo. I knew that car-interior decoration all too well. It was the gift I had given Sienna after her promotion. In the passenger-side glove compartment hung the lucky charm I had personally gotten for her. I tapped the unfamiliar account's profile and opened its playlist. The pinned playlist was titled "Belated Love". The description read, "You're the joy I waited for and the only one I'll ever need for the rest of my life."

In every ordinary moment. In every quiet breath. In every open heart. The manor was love. The garden was love. The light was love. In the quiet. In the ordinary. In the vast. And that was the truth. The one that lasted. The one that mattered. The one we were. Together. In every heart. In every breath. In every moment. The light. The love. The being. Always. The cursed wolf was love. The light was love. Love was everything. And it was.

"His loss. My immeasurable gain." What began as gentle reminiscence transformed into passionate affirmation. Each caress erased memories of slammed doors and broken promises, transforming wounded hearts into vessels of unimaginable joy. Their bodies moved together with practiced harmony—the initial awkwardness of new lovers long since replaced by intimate knowledge of exactly what pleased the other. "Alex," she gasped, back arching as pleasure built toward crescendo. "Stay with me." "Always," he vowed, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes."

I looked at her, and for some reason, I was… forlorn. Winona's eyes were still filled with tears. "Please, I'm sorry. Just… Just give me a chance, alright? I'll prove myself. I love you!" Love? How dare she! If words could feel, 'love' would be sick just from hearing itself coming out of Winona's mouth. I was sick just hearing that word coming out of her mouth. No, I would not listen to her any further. What made her think she could make it up to me? What made her think she even had the right?

I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

However, when I finally mastered it all, he just scoffed and said, "Why would I bring you around to embarrass me again?" Those words crushed me, leaving me breathless. Yet now, his words didn’t have the power to hurt me anymore. With a swift motion, I sliced through the wedding photos, shredding them all into pieces.

I'm gonna marry your princess And make her my queen She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen I can't wait to smile As she walks down the aisle On the arm of her father On the day that I marry your daughter She's been here every step since the day that we met (I'm scared to death to think of what would happen if she ever left) So don't you ever worry about me Ever treating her bad, no We've got most of our vows done so far (So bring on for better or worse) And 'til death do us part There's no doubt in my mind It's time I'm ready to start I swear to you with all of my heart I'm gonna marry your daughter And make her my wife I want her to be the only girl That I love for the rest