Chapter 9 - The Woman I Had Buried Seven Years Earlier Became My Wife Again, but We Had to Learn How to Love Each Other a Second TimeGrace and I weren't automatically the same couple.

Too much had happened.
We had changed.
We went to counseling.
We talked.
We listened.
We apologized.
We learned again.
One night, Grace asked:
“Do you still love me?”
“Yes.”
“After everything?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you were always home to me.”
She cried.
“I thought you'd hate me.”
“I hated the lies.”
“Me too.”
“But not you.”
She smiled.
We renewed our vows privately.
No guests.
No press.
Just our daughters.
Lily and Emma held flowers.
Grace walked toward me.
I cried.
She laughed.
“You're always crying.”
“You keep making me.”
We promised:
“Never hide the truth again.”
“Never let fear make decisions.”
“Never use our children as leverage.”
“Always choose family.”
That was our marriage.
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Not perfect.
But real.
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