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“Always,” I say, pulling her into a brief hug. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life thanking you for today.”

She laughs lightly, stepping back. “You don’t have to thank me, Levi. Just... keep fighting for us.”

“Deal,” I say, my lips curving into a smile.

Later that evening,as I sit in the penthouse, replaying the press conference in my mind, I realize something that’s been quietly building in the background. I’ve always admired Tania—for her intelligence, her strength, her drive. But seeing her today, standing in front of that room, defending everything we’ve built with a fire I didn’t know I needed, made me realize something deeper.

I don’t just love her—I’m in awe of her.

And as I glance at the plans for her surprise getaway sitting on my desk, I know I need to do more than thank her. I need to show her, in every way I can, just how much she means to me.

Because Tania Caldwell isn’t just my partner or my fiancée.

She’s everything.

Chapter Forty-Three

Tania

The soft hum of rain against the windows adds a comforting rhythm to the quiet of the penthouse. Levi’s out on a call, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The press conference yesterday was a whirlwind, but the sense of relief it brought is undeniable. For the first time in days, it feels like we’ve managed to take control of the narrative.

Still, there’s a part of me that can’t help but feel the weight of everything we’ve been through. The doubts, the struggles, the fear of history repeating itself—it’s all still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

I glance up as Levi steps into the room, his expression soft. “Got a minute?”

“For you? Always,” I say, smiling as I close my laptop.

He’s holding something behind his back, and the faintest hint of a grin tugs at his lips. “I’ve been working on something.It’s... not perfect, but it’s important. And I wanted you to have it.”

I tilt my head, curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, he pulls out a leather-bound scrapbook, its edges worn as though it’s been handled countless times. He hands it to me, his gaze steady but tinged with nervousness.

“What’s this?” I ask, running my fingers over the cover.

“Open it,” he says softly.

As I flip openthe cover, my breath catches. The first page holds a photo of us from our first date, sitting at the corner table of that little Italian restaurant Levi loves so much. The picture is slightly blurry, but the joy in our expressions is unmistakable.

“You kept this?” I ask, glancing up at him.

“I kept everything,” he replies, his voice quiet.

Each page tells a story—a memory captured in photos, notes, and little mementos from our time together. Movie tickets, postcards from trips, even a receipt from the time I insisted on paying for dinner after a heated debate about chivalry.

“I can’t believe you saved all this,” I whisper, my fingers brushing over a pressed flower taped to one page.

Levi sits beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. “I couldn’t let it go. Even after we broke up, I kept adding to it. It was my way of holding onto us, even when I thought I’d lost you for good.”

My throat tightens as I turn the page and find a stack of letters, neatly folded and tucked into an envelope labeledFor Tania.

“What are these?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“Letters I never sent,” he admits, his gaze dropping. “After we broke up, I wrote to you. I didn’t know if I’d ever give them toyou, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was the only way I could make sense of everything.”

With trembling hands,I pull out the first letter and unfold it. Levi’s handwriting is neat but firm, his words raw and unguarded.

Tania,

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