Chapter 13 - Three Years After Our Wedding, Dominic Took Me Back to the Chapel Where Everything Began and Asked Me to Rewrite the VowsThree years later, Dominic took me back to the private chapel.
I didn't know why.
Until I saw the flowers.
The same roses.
But this time, there were people.
Our friends.
Employees.
Family.
A few people we actually trusted.
Dominic stood at the altar.
No attorney.
No guards.
No contract.
Only him.
He held out his hand.
"I owe you another wedding."
I laughed.
"You already gave me one."
"I gave you a business agreement."
"True."
He smiled.
Then he took my hand.
"This time I want a choice."
He said the vows himself.
No one had written them.
He promised honesty.
Protection without control.
Love without conditions.
I cried.
When he kissed me, there was no fear.
No audience watching for weakness.
No hidden agenda.
Just us.
Later, in the garden, he touched the scar beneath his collar.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
I looked.
The scar remained.
The past never completely disappears.
It simply stops controlling you.
I kissed it.
"Good."
He smiled.
"You still inspect everything."
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"When you're married to you, it's a survival skill."
He laughed.
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