Chapter 28
"Surprise !" He whispered in my ear as he slowly removed the clothes from my eyes.
My breath catches the moment the cloth slips away.
Light floods my vision, but it’s not the place that makes my chest ache—it’s him.
Lorenzo stands in front of me, no smirk, no teasing arrogance. Just raw emotion in his eyes. Vulnerable. Bare. The way I’ve only ever seen him when it comes to me.
My vision blurs.
Before I can say anything, he slowly goes down on one knee. My heart stumbles.
“L-Lorenzo—” my voice breaks.
He reaches for my trembling hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles like a silent apology for every pain, every tear, every unanswered night.
“I know,” he begins softly. “We were married once. On lies and circumstances.”
His thumb brushes over my ring finger, lingering there.
“But loving you?” His voice cracks for the first time. “That was never fake.”
Tears spill freely now, sliding down my cheeks as he looks up at me—the man who once ruled the world without fear, now standing undone.
“I took everything from you without asking,” he continues. “Your peace. Your trust. Your years.”
He swallows. “So today… I want to ask.”
He pulls out a ring—simple, elegant, shining like a promise instead of a chain.
“Let us get married for real,” he says, eyes locked onto mine.
“Not because we have to. Not because fate trapped us together."
His grip tightens slightly, grounding himself.
“Give me the honour to be your husband.”
The world goes silent.
All I can hear is my heartbeat… and the echo of every moment that led us here.
I cover my mouth, shaking my head as I cry—not in pain this time, but because my heart feels too full.
“You already are,” I whisper through tears. “In every way that matters.”
A breath leaves him—shaky, relieved, overwhelmed.
“But yes,” I add, falling to my knees in front of him, forehead resting against his.
“A thousand times yes.”
He pulls me into his arms, holding me like he’s afraid the universe might snatch me away again.
And for the first time in three years—
I don’t feel abandoned.
I feel chosen.
I melt into him the moment his lips find mine.
It’s not rushed. Not desperate. It’s slow—aching—like he’s trying to pour three years of silence into a single kiss. His hands come up to cradle my face, thumbs brushing away my tears as if they don’t belong there anymore.
I kiss him back with everything I’ve held in.
My fingers fist into his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel the solid proof of him here.
With me. He exhales softly against my lips, a sound that sends a shiver straight through my spine, and deepens the kiss just enough to steal my breath.
Time blurs.
His forehead rests against mine for a second, both of us breathing hard, before he presses another kiss—this one gentler—at the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my temple.
Each touch feels like reassurance. Like a vow he’s making without words.
“I’m here,” he murmurs against my skin.
My arms slide around his neck, holding him tight, afraid that if I loosen my grip even a little, this might vanish like a dream. He responds instantly, wrapping me into his chest, grounding, steady, warm.
Our kisses turn unhurried again—soft lips, lingering touches, stolen breaths. Not about heat alone, but about comfort. About belonging. About finally being allowed to want each other without fear.
For the first time, I don’t question the moment.
I simply stay.
In his arms.
Her body pressed against mine, warm and real, and it wrecks whatever control I had left.
God… I’m obsessed with her.
Not in the dangerous way people would expect from me—but in the quiet, terrifying way where her every breath matters more than my own.
My hands settle at her waist, firm but careful, as if I’m holding something precious that could shatter if I move wrong.
She lets out a soft sound when I kiss her again—barely a moan, more like a breath she didn’t mean to give me—and I pull back instantly, forehead resting against hers.
“Hey,” I murmur, my voice low, steady. “Look at me.”
Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes, and I search her face for even the slightest hesitation.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I say softly.
She nods, then whispers my name, fingers curling into my shirt like she needs the anchor. That’s all the permission I need—but even then, I move slow. Always slow.
I kiss her again, gentler this time, pouring reassurance into every touch. My thumb brushes her cheek, wiping away nothing but warmth.
I keep my body angled so she never feels trapped, never feels like she can’t pull away if she wants to.
She leans into me instead.
Her breath stutters against my lips, and I feel it—feel her trust settling between us. My hands slide up her back, not demanding, just present, holding her like I’ve waited years for this exact moment.
“You’re safe,” I murmur against her mouth. “With me. Always.”
She exhales, melting closer, and that quiet sound she makes again goes straight to my chest. I rest my forehead against hers once more, grounding myself, grounding her.
This isn’t about taking.
It’s about choosing.
And I choose her every second, every heartbeat, every soft breath she gives me again and again.
The next morning, When i open my eyes the first thing I saw see her, sleeping in my arms .
I lean closer and kissed her cheeks my arms tightening around her as she groans
"Lorenzo..." She mumbled.
"Yes, darling I'm here.." i whisper in her ears that make her eyes wide open.
"Sleep well?" I asked, my voice filled with little teasing.
"No,...thanks to someone" she reply, nuzzling in my chest.
"Guilty as charged"
( Hello Sweeties! So Tommorow aka 28th December (Sunday) is my Birthday! Yaaaay! Btw if you like this chapter then drop your vote and comment your opinion on it)