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Chapter 10 - BENEATH NEW BLOSSOMS

A year later, the sun shone brightly over the seaside garden of our Victorian home.

The air was fresh with the scent of salt water and blooming flowers. Two hundred guests were not present today; only thirty of our closest, truest friends and family gathered in intimate wooden chairs facing the ocean.

I stood in front of a simple wooden arch decorated not with cold, perfect white hydrangeas, but with wild, colorful coastal wildflowers. I wore a simple, breathtaking A-line lace dress that I had chosen entirely by myself.

Beside me stood Thomas, his eyes shining with pure, devoted love as he took my hands in his.

"You look beautiful," Thomas whispered, his voice steady and sincere.

My father stood right beside us, looking healthy, handsome, and at total peace. When the justice of the peace asked who gave this woman to be married, Dad smiled, kissed my cheek, and said loudly, "She gives herself, with my blessing and all my love."

As Thomas and I exchanged our simple, heartfelt vows, I looked out over the ocean. I realized that the worst day of my life had also been the day I was saved. Walking into that hotel room had broken my heart, but it had also shattered a life built on lies, pretense, and hidden toxicity.

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Thomas placed a smooth gold band on my finger, pulled me close, and kissed me deeply as our guests cheered.

Hand in hand, we walked down the aisle together toward the shore, stepping forward into a future built on truth, loyalty, and a love that could never be broken.

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