Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Violet!” she squeals, clapping her hands together as she rushes toward me. “Come with me!”
“Callum is looking for me,” I say, confused, as she pulls me by the arm.
“I know,” she replies with a cryptic smile.
I pull back slightly, confused. “I’m sorry, Anya. I really just need to talk to Callum. You look like you’re headed to a wedding or something. You look beautiful.”
She beams at the compliment, but before she can respond, I hear his voice. The voice I’ve been longing to hear for days.
“She does,” Callum’s deep, velvety voice wraps around me from behind, and I close my eyes for a moment, absorbing the calm it brings. I’ve missed him more than I realized, and hearing him now sends a rush of relief and warmth through me.
I turn around, my breath catching in my throat. There he is, standing in a sleek black suit that hugs his body perfectly, looking every bit as sexy as the first time I laid eyes on him. “Looks like you do too,” I whisper, my arms crossing to keep myself from reaching out and touching him, from pulling him into my arms and never letting go.
His smile—oh, God, that smile—makes my heart slam against my chest. I’ve missed him so much, and yet I still don’t know where we stand. The tension, the fear, it’s all there, hovering between us, but so is the love.
Without a word, Callum drops to one knee in front of me, his hand sliding into mine. His touch is soft, grounding, and familiar, and I feel the walls around my heart start to crumble. I bite my lip, trying to hold back tears as his eyes meet mine.
“Violet Atwood,” he begins, his voice strong but filled with emotion. “Marrying you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I thought we were both just doing each other a favor, that we were making the best of a crazy situation.” He squeezes my hand, his gaze never leaving mine. “But how wrong I was. You’ve shown me what real love is. You make me feel things I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling.”
My throat tightens, and my heart races as he continues.
“I didn’t plan on falling in love with my wife,” he admits, his eyes glistening. “But that’s exactly what happened. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t imagine living another day without you by my side. So, Violet, will you do me the honor of marrying me again? Here, now, with our friends and family as witnesses, to show the world what I feel for you.”
Tears spill down my cheeks, but this time, they’re tears of pure joy. I look around, realizing for the first time that we’re not alone. A small crowd has gathered—our friends, his siblings, the people who love us. Anya’s not dressed up for a wedding. She’s dressed up for our wedding.
Callum squeezes my hand again, his eyes searching mine, and I can see the love, the vulnerability, the hope in his gaze. He’s not just asking me to stay with him—he’s asking me to truly choose him, to choose this life, this love we’ve built together.
With a shaky breath, I nod, my voice thick with emotion. “Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out. “Yes, I’ll marry you again.”
Callum jumps up, crashing his lips to mine, and suddenly, my world feels right again. This kiss isn’t just a kiss—it’s everything. It’s full of the love, emotion, and connection we’ve been missing. It’s a promise. My heart soars as his lips move softly against mine, telling me everything that words can’t.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily. I smile at him, my heart still pounding. “Is this what you’ve been doing all this time? Because I thought for sure I was losing you,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers.
His eyes widen with realization, and he pulls me into a tight, comforting hug. “Oh, Violet, I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. “I wanted this to be a surprise, but I didn’t think about how my absence would make you feel. Every night, I stayed awake, watching you sleep, hoping that when this moment came, you’d say yes. I didn’t mean to make you think I was pulling away. I’ll never do something like that again, I promise.”
Relief floods through me, and I tighten my hold on him, burying my face in his chest. “Good, because this is where I want to be forever. With you.”
“We don’t have much time!” Anya’s voice hisses from behind us.
Callum chuckles softly and pulls back just enough to push a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His touch is gentle, full of tenderness. “Go get ready,” he says softly, his eyes warm and full of love. “I’ve got one more thing to take care of.”