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    And it worked.


    Looking at his slightly reddened eyes, the trembling sincerity in his expression, Ste’s resistance crumbled once more.


    He looked exhausted, like a man who had done everything for her and was still afraid it wasn’t enough. How could she hurt him again by doubting him?


    Marc loved her—she could see it, feel it. He had stayed, cared for her, never onceined. How could she postpone something that meant so much to him because of her own confused emotions?


    It would be selfish. Unfair.


    Her doubts seemed so smallpared to his devotion.


    Ste took his hand, guilt softening her voice. “I’m sorry, Marc. I must have been overthinking. Maybe I’m just nervous because the wedding’s getting close. Let’s not dy it. We’ll have it early, just like you said.”


    For a moment, Marc didn’t move. Then relief broke across his face, followed by something fiercer—something almost triumphant. He stood quickly, pulling her into his arms, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.


    “Stel… thank you,” he whispered, his breath brushing against her ear. “You don’t know what this means to me. I just love you so much, that’s all. I want you to be mine as soon as possible. And even after we’re married, that won’t change. I’ll take care of you—always.”


    He repeated the words again and again, his voice thick with emotion, as if he had just imed the rarest treasure in the world.


    Ste’s arms came up around him, her movements stiff but obedient. She rested her head against his chest, forcing herself to believe the words she whispered to silence her unease.


    Marc loved her—more than anyone ever could. They had survived so much together. Marriage was only the next step in their story.


    Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell


    Over the next few days, Marc worked harder than ever to chase away the faint doubts still lingering in Ste’s heart.


    “Stel,” he said one evening, wrapping his arms around her from behind as they scrolled through photos on his tablet, “after the wedding, let’s go to Aurind for our honeymoon. We’ll stay in one of those ss cabins and fall asleep watching the northern lights. Just the two of us.”


    Your imagination thrives at  punt


    His voice was soft, full of warmth and hope. The glow from the screen reflected in his eyes, making the dream sound almost real.


    “And our home,” he continued, his tone gentle and assured, “will have a big study—half for you, half for me. You can do your experiments on your side, and I’ll handle mypany work on mine. We won’t bother each other, but we’ll still be close enough to look up and see each other.”


    He spoke with such detail, as if he could already see it.


    Then he smiled, adding almost yfully, “And we’ll have two kids. One like you—smart and beautiful. The other like me… though hopefully with your personality.”


    He tapped her nose affectionately, his eyes bright. “We’ll take them traveling, show them the world, teach them everything we know.”


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