Page 137 of The Most Perfect Wrong

“Babe, we have to leave in ten minutes,” I call out, shifting on the sofa lounger. My cream pants and white linen dress shirt already making me warmer than I’d like.

“Okay, give me five. I’m almost ready.”

A few minutes later, Cooper appears, and she’s absolutely stunning.

“Whoa.” I stand quickly, needing to touch her. I steal a kiss, then step back to take her in from head to toe. Her dress is sexy as hell—low-cut, thin straps, tits out. “Jesus, babe. You look beautiful.”

“Why thank you,” she says, grinning. “Don’t get too excited in those pants. You won’t be able to hide the AK47 you’re carrying. That color won’t be forgiving.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” I say, pulling her close. My hands slide down her back, and I groan. “Oh, shit. An open back?” My fingers trail over warm, soft skin, and all I can think about is dragging my mouth over every inch. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

“No.” Her hand finds mine, guiding it down to her inner thigh. “And also…” She leans in, her voice a sultry whisper. “There’s a high slit.”

My fingers brush against her panties. “Babe… That wasn’t very nice of you,” I tease, my cock straining hard against my pants.

She glances down, smirking. “Better get that boner in check, Ry. Come on, we’ve gotta go, or we’ll be late.”

“Jesus.” I reluctantly follow, adjusting myself as I walk to the door.

These past few days with Cooper have been some of the best of my life. This vacation—being here with her—I’ll remember it forever. This place is beautiful, romantic as hell, and we’ve had so much fun. Not only have we had an insane amount of mind-blowing sex, but we’ve also connected in ways that make me love her even more. The laughter never stops. It feels like a crime to be this happy, almost surreal.

Thirty minutes later, we’re seated on white folding chairs lined up along the sand, Stella, Michael and Adam next to us. The ocean stretches out in front of us.

Vivian’s mother walks arm-in-arm with Leo down the aisle, hugging him briefly before he turns to face the crowd. A string quartet begins to play, and cute little Isla makes her way down the aisle, tossing flowers with the utmost concentration. Cooper squeezes my hand, and I glance at her, catching the soft smile on her lips.

Then Vivian appears, her arm linked with her father’s, and the entire crowd rises as she walks down the aisle.

“Oh my God, Vivian looks so beautiful,” Cooper whispers.

And she does. She looks absolutely gorgeous—every bit the bride she deserves to be.

Leo and Vivian face each other, hand in hand, grinning at each other. The officiator welcomes everyone and gives a short speech, thank God. I hate when these things drag on. Finally, he hands the microphone to Leo for his vows. They agreed to keep them short and simple, but knowing Leo, I’m sure they’ll still pack a punch.

Leo takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on Vivian’s. “Vivian… I thought I knew what life was all about, that I had it all figured out before I met you.” He chuckles softly, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “I thought I couldn’t get any happier.”

He pauses, glancing down for a moment as if to gather himself. Vivian’s gaze doesn’t waver, her soft smile encouraging him on.

“But then you showed up, practically on my doorstep, and flipped my world upside down. Every day since, I wake up thinking, ‘This is it. This is the happiest I’ll ever be. The best it can get…’ Somehow, you keep proving me wrong. Every day with you just gets better.”

Leo crouches down to Isla’s level, his voice softening as he meets his daughter’s eyes. “And Isla… your mum and dad love you so much. You’ve made us happier than we ever thoughtpossible.” He presses a kiss to her forehead before standing again, his gaze returning to Vivian.

“Babe, you complete me. You’ve made me whole. I promise to love you, to live for you, and to cherish the beautiful family we’ve built together—for as long as I live.”

Vivian dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief, her lips trembling with a smile.

“Damn,” Cooper whispers beside me, wiping her own eyes. “That was beautiful.”

I glance at Cooper, her eyes shining as she smiles at the couple. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper, squeezing her thigh. She places her hand on top of mine, and our fingers weave together.

Leo passes Vivian the mic, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Great. I have to go after that,” she says with a watery laugh, dabbing at her tears. She’s already crying. She probably should have gone first.

“Leo,” she begins, her voice trembling slightly. “There was a time when I didn’t know if I would ever truly be happy again.” She pauses, letting the emotion settle. “Until I landed on your doorstep. And oh my God, you put me through hell.”

The crowd chuckles, and Leo grins sheepishly.

“But it was worth it,” she continues. “Because with you, every day feels like a gift—a beautiful, unexpected gift.” She shakes her head, her voice softening. “I didn’t just find love when I found you—I found my best friend. And I’ll choose you, every single day, for the rest of my life. I love you to the moon and back. And I promise to love you, and our children, always. Forever.”

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