Marilyn.”
His tone was gentle, filling me with his warmth and love.
Not long after that, we got engaged. After the ceremony, I went out for some fresh air, and someone delivered a bouquet of flowers to me.
The sender was anonymous. I looked at the blue roses, Cyrus‘ favorite, and tossed them aside with a smile.
I had started a brand new life, and the past was gone with the wind.
Another half a year after that, Anthony and I finally got married. Married life was happier and more fulfilling tham I could ever imagine.
One morning, the sunlight came in through the curtains in our bedroom. The air smelled faintly of roses.
I opened my eyes to see Anthony’s handsome face. He was sound asleep and smiling to himself, as though having a wonderful
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dream.
I got up carefully so as not to wake him.
“You’re up?” Anthony suddenly opened his eyes, his voice groggy with sleep.
I giggled. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, I just wanted to see you again as soon as possible.” He pulled me into his arms, pressing his forehead against mine.
My heart felt like it was full of honey. I leaned into his embrace, listening to his powerful heartbeat.
“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” he asked. “I’ll make it for you.”
“I’ll eat anything you make,” I said sweetly.
“Then I’ll make all your favorites,” Anthony said with a chuckle.
After breakfast, he insisted on cleaning up and refused to let me help. “You can just rest. I’ll handle it.”
I sat on the couch, watching as he busied about. So this was my happily ever after.
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