*Loveth's POV*
One year later.
Same man. Same love. Same softness — but stronger.
The sun poured into our apartment as I stood in the kitchen, barefoot, flipping pancakes and humming. Ethan walked in, hair messy, shirt wrinkled, smiling like I was still the best thing he ever saw.
"You're making my favorite," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"And I might let you have some," I teased.
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*Ethan's POV*
Marrying Loveth wasn't the end of our story. It was just the beginning.
In a world full of chaos, she became my stillness. Our home — full of books, candles, her half-drunk coffee mugs — was my peace.
Every morning, I woke up grateful.
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*Loveth's POV*
Miracle opened her own beauty studio. She was healing. We didn't talk every day, but when we did, it was real.
Forgiveness was a choice I kept choosing.
And as for us?
We laughed more. Loved better. Fought less. And grew daily.
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*Ethan's POV*
The world still spun, problems still came. But we faced them side by side.
There was talk of babies. Talk of vacations. Talk of building something even bigger.
But for now, we were happy — deeply, beautifully happy.
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*Loveth's POV*
Not perfect. Not always easy.
But real.
And that's the kind of love I'd choose in every lifetime.
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*Final Line — Together*
*Flawless but twisted. And still... forever.*
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