Page 104 of Dirty Little Mistake

"You did all this."

He nodded. "Camryn Young, will you marry me?"

"Yes." I choked out.

Time suspended between his question and my answer, between who we were and who we'd become. His hands shook as he slid the ring onto my finger. The princess-cut diamond caught the stage lights, scattering crystals of light across both our faces. The audience's cheers built slowly, like a wave gathering strength, then crashed over us as Trystan rose. I threw myself into his arms. In that moment, with his heartbeat thundering against my chest, everything was right again.

"I can't believe you planned all of this for me."

"I would do anything for you."

I traced my fingers over the new ring, still catching my breath. "How did you get my aunt and uncle here?"

Trystan laced his fingers through mine, his thumb brushing over the diamond. "I told them my plan. When I mentioned your last performance..." He glanced toward their seats, a soft smile playing on his lips. "They didn't even hesitate. They may not be your mom and dad, and they may have never wanted to be parents, but they love you."

"Thank you." I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his racing heart match mine, then gave him a playful push toward the wings. "Now get off my stage so I can dance one last time."

Trystan eventually made his way to the audience, and I put on my best performance ever in front of my family—the family I'd longed for my entire life.

Epilogue

Camryn

3years later…

The first morning home after a tour always felt like coming up for air. Six months of borrowed beds and strange cities, and now here was Trystan, solid and warm beside me in the bed.

We'd been on the road for six months, and even though I'd woken up next to Trystan every morning, it just wasn't the same as waking up to him in our home in our bed.

I curled into his side, his warmth surrounding me as his arms tightened around me.

His lips brushed against my forehead. " Good morning, beautiful."

"Can we just stay in bed all day?"

His chest rumbled with laughter beneath my cheek. " Unfortunately, no."

I groaned as my fingers traced the curves of her chest.

"I have a surprise for you."

I perked up. " For me?" A slow smile spread across my face.

He nodded.

The last year had been a struggle for Trystan and me. Not because we weren't infatuated with each other but because life was hard, and it was even harder when you were considered the Rock God of Love.

In the last year, life had changed drastically. Trystan's band had gone multi-platinum, and we were struggling with the new-found fame. We couldn't go out in public without security anymore, and it wasn't just him. I couldn't either. Women hated me for the sole reason that I was married to Rock God Trystan West. The media and people on social media were cruel. I didn't know who I couldn't and couldn't trust anymore.

Loneliness had become a different creature since Trystan's fame exploded. Before, it was simple emptiness - missing him on late studio nights, learning to sleep alone. Now, it was drowning in a sea of faces, each one looking through me to see the reflection of him.

The walls of our marriage, once just us two, now echoed with thousands of voices. Every argument risked becoming tomorrow's headline. Every tender moment felt stolen.

Marriage was harder than anyone had warned us. Not just the normal struggles of learning to share a life, but learning to share it with the whole world watching, waiting for us to crack.

On top of all that, we'd been struggling with infertility, and no one knew. It was a secret we couldn't share with anyone because we worried it would end up in the media.

I shifted in the bed, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him. "What is it?" My fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest. "Is it a trip to Mexico? Because I could really use a vacation."

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