Page 112 of Hart of Hope
Brian and I stood before our guests, holding hands, and I couldn’t help but think about the girl I’d been, how she never believed she would be loved, never thought she could outrun her past, never thought she would find her happily after.
I wished I could go back and tell her that not all men were scum. To believe in herself. That love did exist. That miracles did happen.
Our guests were on their feet, applauding.
“This is so surreal,” I said to my husband.
“Best fucking day ever, my bride.”
“I know you played a part in this.” I held up the letter.
“You deserve the world, baby girl. And I’ll do whatever I can and whatever it takes to give it to you.”
Our love story was a testament to the power of hope and redemption, the strength of purpose, and the healing magic of unconditional love.
As we mingled with our guests, I couldn’t have asked for a better happily ever after.
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