Wednesday morning came with a chill in the air and a storm in the headlines.
Brandon and Genevieve's story had gone from local buzz to national obsession. Sports networks, gossip blogs, even morning talk shows were weighing in.
"Is love distracting the 49ers QB?"
"Hollywood's sweetheart trading scripts for sidelines?"
"Too much, too fast?"
Everywhere they turned, the world had something to say.
But it wasn't the noise that hit hardest.
It was the offer.
Genevieve sat at a coffee shop across from her former agent, a woman named Claire with big sunglasses, a bigger voice, and an even bigger agenda.
"I've got producers practically begging, Genny," Claire said. "Netflix wants a new limited series. Hulu's circling for a docuseries. And that record label from Nashville? Still waiting on an answer."
Genevieve shifted uncomfortably. "I told you, I'm not ready to come back. I'm focusing on my faith. And Brandon."
Claire raised a perfectly arched brow. "Sweetheart, you can have both. Besides, that boy's in the NFL. You think he's not busy?"
Genevieve looked down at her CTR necklace. The promise pendant from Brandon rested right over her heart.
She stood.
"I'm not for sale, Claire. My life doesn't revolve around headlines anymore. It revolves around Him—and the man He brought into my life."
And with that, she walked out—heart pounding, but faith intact.
Meanwhile, at 49ers HQ, Brandon was having his own battle.
A reporter ambushed him after practice with a smirk.
"So Brandon, word is your girl turned down a seven-figure deal. Some say she's sacrificing too much for love. Think she regrets it?"
Brandon didn't flinch.
"She didn't sacrifice anything," he said calmly. "She made a choice. A choice rooted in faith. And if you knew her like I do, you'd know she's not the one who'll end up with regrets."
The clip went viral within an hour.
And Genevieve saw it just as she stepped into the chapel.
That night, they met again—this time in the temple courtyard. A sacred place. A safe place.
Genevieve ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his chest.
"I needed this," she whispered.
Brandon held her tightly. "So did I."
They sat together on a bench, fingers intertwined, the soft hum of peaceful silence all around them.
"I turned everything down today," Genevieve said. "The shows. The money. Even the music label."
Brandon looked at her, eyes full of love. "Why?"
She smiled, tears glistening. "Because none of it means anything without you. And more than that… without God."
Brandon leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. "You'll never have to choose between your purpose and our love. We'll chase both—together. As long as we put Him first."
They knelt right there in the garden and offered another prayer—this one full of surrender.
Full of strength.
Full of trust.
Later that night, as they said their goodbyes beneath the stars, Brandon cupped Genevieve's face and whispered, "Let the world talk. Let the headlines come."
She nodded. "We've already made our decision."
He smiled.
"And it's forever."