Chapter 63

She tipped her head, stood a little taller on her toes, and gently pressed her lips against Stefan’s. Not long. Not wild. But enough to leave a statement, he’s mine.

Their eyes locked after the kiss. And for a moment, it felt like time took a pause.

Neither of them blinked. They just stared, her eyes soft but sure, his unreadable but filled with something deeper than words.

Stefan didn’t move. But inside, joy swelled in his chest so tightly it almost hurt.

Now, this was his wife.

The fire in her voice, the way she kissed him like no one else existed, the way she chose him...