The morning had arrived. It felt like the culmination of everything we'd fought for, everything we'd worked so hard to build together. The weight of the day was pressing down on me, but it was a kind of weight I welcomed. It wasn't the burden of family drama, business pressure, or betrayal—it was the weight of love. Of trust. Of everything Damien and I had been through to get to this moment.
I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in my wedding gown. The soft fabric shimmered under the lights, but it wasn't the gown that captured my attention. It was the reflection of myself. I had changed so much since Damien and I had first come together. My heart had been broken, my world shattered, and yet here I was. Standing at the threshold of a new beginning. I was no longer the woman bound by her past, haunted by expectations or manipulations. I was Emilia Blackwood, a woman who had learned how to love and be loved in return.