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"Buy those bastards some milk," my rich fiancée laughed, throwing a twenty-dollar bill toward my ex-wife. I had forced her out a year before, certain she had betrayed me. Now she was walking down a dusty rural road, collecting aluminum cans with twin babies strapped against her chest. / Chapter 7 / 7

Chapter 8 - A True Home

Two years later.

The sound of children's laughter echoed through the grand, open kitchen of the farmhouse.

Liam and Ethan, now energetic three-year-olds, were busy covered in flour, helping their mother bake cookies. At the wooden dining table sat Clara, a bright, talkative little girl with long golden curls, carefully coloring a drawing of a giant, happy family.

I walked into the kitchen, wearing a simple plaid shirt and jeans, carrying a fresh gallon of milk from the local dairy.

Maren looked up from the counter, wiping a streak of flour from her cheek. She smiled, a radiant, breathtaking sight that still made my heart skip a beat every single time.

"Did you get the milk, Mr. Vance?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with affection.

I walked over, setting the jug down, and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close against me. "I got the best milk in the county. And I brought something else."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box.

The kitchen fell quiet. Clara stopped coloring, her big blue eyes widening as she watched us. Liam and Ethan paused their flour war, looking up curiously.

I dropped to one knee on the kitchen floor, holding Maren's hands in mine.

"Maren, three years ago, I let the darkness of the world blind me. I lost the greatest treasure I ever had. But through your grace, your strength, and your love, you showed me the way home. I don't want another day to pass without making you truly, legally, and eternally my wife again. Will you marry me, Maren? Not for money, not for status, but for the family we built from the ashes."

Tears spilled over Maren's eyelashes, but they were tears of pure joy. She smiled, a beautiful, emotional sob escaping her lips.

"Yes, Rowan," she whispered, kneeling down with me, throwing her arms around my neck. "A thousand times, yes."

The children immediately erupted into cheers. Clara clapped her hands, running over to hug both of us, followed quickly by Liam and Ethan, who covered our jeans in floury handprints.

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