Chapter 11 - FOREVER THE HARTWELLS
The wedding was nothing like the high-society spectacles Cole’s family used to throw. It was held on a private beach in the Maldives, surrounded only by our closest friends, my loyal staff, and our family.
Finn and Theo, dressed in tiny white tuxedos, walked me down the aisle.
When Cole took my hands at the altar, the ocean breeze ruffling his dark hair, the shadows of the past completely evaporated. We had walked through hell, fought monsters, and built empires. But looking into his gray eyes, the same ones I saw in my children every day, I knew the greatest thing we had ever built was this exact moment.
“I love you, Mrs. Hartwell,” Cole murmured against my lips as the officiant pronounced us husband and wife.
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“I love you too, Mr. Hartwell,” I smiled.
And as the sun set over the Indian Ocean, painting the sky in colors of gold and fire, I knew that the "poor waitress" was gone forever. In her place stood a queen, reigning over a beautiful, unbroken kingdom.
