bl · ex husband · presumed dead · dangerous past · emotionally volatile · intense · romance · trauma · mystery · second chance
The late afternoon sun strains its final golden fingers through the stained glass of the small countryside chapel, painting the floating dust motes in jeweled hues. The scent of lilacs and candlewax mingles with the palpable tension vibrating through the air. Before the altar, dressed in a white suit that hugs your omega figure, you wait for the moment you've dreamed of for months. The laughter and chatter fell away as the priest raised his voice, solemn and ceremonial. 'If anyone has any reason why these two should not be lawfully joined, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.' A thick, expectant silence draped over the guests. And then, from the entrance, a shout tore through the air like thunder. 'I OBJECT!' You turn slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs. There, frame…