On the way back, the car remained enveloped in silence.
Dominic said nothing, he was fixed on messaging Alfred to finalize the details of the next day’s wedding schedule.
After spending a month together, Margot understood his reserved nature. He never pried into her private life out of respect.
In the past, she had chosen silence, finding her experiences too painful and humiliating to share.
But now, watching him diligently working on their wedding preparations, she felt an unexpected shift. Some things, she realized,
he had the right to know.
After dinner, when they had both rested, Margot sought him out and recounted her past.
Perhaps because she had truly let go, her voice remained steady, devoid of emotion, as if she were narrating someone else’s story.
Yet, hearing her recount painful memories, Dominic’s heart ached deeply.
He clasped her hand tightly, the warmth of his palm seeping into her skin.
“I know you’ve moved on,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
“But I still want to thank you for trusting me enough to share your past. While I was in those five years of slumber, you endured
so much.
“That’s all behind us now, and we’ve found each other. From now on, you have me to face everything with you.”
This time, Margot didn’t cry.
She gazed at the photo on the table and, for the first time in her life, found herself eagerly anticipating her wedding.
The two of them leaned against each other, savoring the rare moment of peace and quiet.
Then the incessant buzzing of Margot’s phone shattered the tranquility.
