After lunch, the celebration stretched on until nearly nine in the evening—filled with conversation, laughter, toasts, and countless photographs. Gabriel left with Ava for her apartment, while Arthur took Zoe back to the hotel where they were staying, despite Thor’s insistence that they spend the night at the mansion. Arthur simply wanted some privacy with his fiancée.Celina and Thor took a quick shower and set off for their honeymoon. Thor helped her into the car, and she was still smiling, wrapped in a warm sense of peace and gratitude. Sitting in the passenger seat, she absently traced the gold ring on her finger, her gaze lost on the road ahead, unaware of what was waiting for her.At the wheel, Thor remained calm. There was something in his eyes—something that hinted at a secret—but he said nothing. Every now and then, he reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as he drove down increasingly unfamiliar streets. Celina glanced at him, curious, but chose not to ask

James pulled her closer, wrapping an arm gently around her shoulders.“You’re a strong woman, Emma. And a brave mother. You’ve faced everything with dignity. One day, Celina will see that. Sooner or later, she’ll see the woman you’ve become—and she’ll want to know you. She’ll want to listen.”Emma rested her head on his chest, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.“And when that day comes,” she whispered, “I’ll be right here. Arms open.”The silence that followed was soft, broken only by the steady rhythm of the rain beginning to fall outside, as if the sky itself blessed that unspoken promise of reconciliation. A mother’s love—patient and unyielding—remained intact. In every beat of Emma’s heart, there was hope; and in James’s deep, quiet breathing beside her, there was the steady strength of a man who knew that true love always finds its way home.---A month had passed since Celina and Thor’s civil wedding, and their new mansion had become a nest of constant joy. The twins’ nursery was th

Thor noticed the look on his friend’s face and approached quietly.“Are you sure you’re just nervous about the wedding,” he asked softly, “or is there something else you haven’t told her?”Arthur drew a deep breath.“I know I haven’t been completely honest with her. And it’s eating me alive inside. But I’m so afraid of losing her…”Thor didn’t press. He simply patted Arthur’s shoulder and said,“Today’s the day to celebrate love. The rest—you’ll face with maturity and courage when the time comes.”Soon, the stylists and barbers arrived to prepare the groom, his father, and the groomsmen. Hair trimmed, beards shaped, shoes shined—every detail checked with meticulous care. Otto helped Arthur into his suit, adjusting the bow tie with trembling hands.“You look perfect, son. She’s going to forget how to breathe when she sees you.”Arthur only nodded, his eyes glistening.Sensing the emotion in the air, Gabriel tried to lighten the mood.“Just don’t faint at the altar, okay? But don’t worr

Zoe pretended to throw the bouquet. Her arm went high, her body tilted slightly forward… but nothing. The crowd of women screamed and groaned in protest as Zoe turned around, feigning innocence with a mischievous smile.“Come on, girls! I was just testing my throwing power,” she said playfully.The DJ joined in on the fun.“All right, attempt number two! And this time, it’s for real!”Zoe took her position again, rolling her shoulders as if she were about to launch an Olympic javelin—and faked it once more.“Oh, no way!” some of the women shouted, laughing.“Zoe, you little scammer!” Tatiana yelled through her laughter. “There are women here desperate to get married!”Celina chimed in, teasing, “She just wants to keep the bouquet for herself!”Zoe raised her hands in surrender, still laughing. “All right, all right! This time I swear I’ll do it!”The music picked up again, and the DJ’s voice boomed with excitement.“In three… two… one… THROW!”This time, Zoe actually tossed the bouque

Arthur kissed the side of her neck, moving up to her ear before tracing a slow, heated path down to her shoulders. Zoe closed her eyes, her entire body shivering under the wave of sensations.He cupped her chin gently and kissed her softly on the lips before murmuring against her mouth,“You’re incredibly sexy, love…”She smiled shyly, but she was already surrendering. Arthur pressed his lips to hers again—deeper this time—his kiss a mix of hunger and affection.With deliberate care, he slipped off her nightgown. When he saw the delicate white lingerie beneath, he froze for a few seconds, clearly struck speechless.“Holy shit…” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. “You’re stunning. Absolutely unreal.”Zoe bit her lip, blushing, though a small smile betrayed her pleasure at his reaction. Arthur stepped closer, his fingers brushing the back of her neck as he gently gathered her hair in his hand.“You’re going to moan from sheer pleasure, my love,” he whispered, his voice low a