He lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across my knuckles.
“I don’t want to control you. I don’t want to break you. I want to build you back up. I want to give you the world, stand by you while you burn theirs down, and make sure no one ever hurts you or your baby again.”
His thumb grazed my skin, a quiet vow in the touch.
“All I ask is that you let me love you the way you should have been loved all along.”
When the officiant declared us husband and wife, Pearson leaned in and kissed her like he was staking a claim. And she let him, her fingers curling around his wrist, her lips pressing back with quiet acceptance.
Meanwhile — Across the Ocean
Travis walked round his office, sweat clinging to his skin as he barked orders into the phone. Papers were strewn across his desk ,legal threats, investor withdrawals, and court dates looming like a guillotine over his head.
“Fix it,” he snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. “I don’t care what you have to do — just make it disappear.”