My wife

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Estela POV

I look down at the ring on my finger—simple, elegant, understated, but so heavy with meaning.

I'm now Estela Castellano.

I still can't believe it.

The way it happened was so... us.

A small, rushed court wedding—no elaborate fanfare, no grand mafia spectacle. Just us, Julie as one witness, and a random pediatrician pulled from the spa because "we needed a second witness and she had nice handwriting."

I can't stop smiling every time I think about it.

When I said yes, she didn't wait. No speech. No flowery declarations. She stood, grabbed my hand, and said, "Come on then. We're getting married right now."

And we did.

I turn my hand in the light, watching the gold catch the soft sun. The ring fits perfectly. Like it was always meant to be here.

Married.

To her.

I exhale a little laugh, cheeks warm.

Married.