Not breakable.
Enduring.
I turn to face him, my heart somewhere in my throat.
“Trey,” I whisper, my voice barely holding together, “are you sure?”
His answer comes without hesitation, his eyes searching mine with that same unwavering devotion that has carried me through fire and darkness and back again.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
I turn slightly within Trey’s arms, lifting my hand so he can see it, my heart beating harder with every passing second.
“Trey,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion I cannot fully contain, “it’s beautiful.”
He does not look at the diamond.
He looks only at me.
“You’re beautiful. Do you love it?” he asks quietly.
The vulnerability in his voice undoes me.
“I do,” I answer honestly.
Relief moves through him in a visible wave.
Chace leans closer again, studying it with exaggerated seriousness. “Alright,” he says after a moment. “That one doesn’tlook like a gypsy’s crystal ball… so it doesn’t terrify me. I approve.”
Trey ignores him completely as he gently takes the ring from my hand, his fingers brushing mine in a touch so careful it feels almost reverent.
He lifts my left hand slowly, his thumb grazing the empty space where my wedding ring once lived, where its absence carved a wound I thought might never heal.
His eyes lift to mine briefly, silently asking permission.
I nod.
He slides the ring onto my finger.
It fits perfectly.
“There,” he murmurs softly, his voice thick with emotion.
Not just placing a ring on my finger.
Restoring something that was stolen.
Restoring me.
My vision blurs with tears as I stare down at it, overwhelmed not by its beauty, but by what it represents.
By him.
By us.
By the quiet, unbreakable promise that no matter who tries to tear us apart—He will always find his way back to me.
Chapter Sixteen
