People who actually listened.
And slowly…
Piece by piece…
The truth came back.
The proof.
The money.
The power.
His life.
Restored.
Then he stepped closer.
And the way he looked at me…
It wasn’t gratitude.
It was something deeper.
“Every woman I knew before wanted what I had,” he said quietly.
“You’re the only one who chose me when I had nothing.”
He opened the box.
“Miley… will you marry me?”
“For real this time.”
Time stopped.
I looked at him…
At everything around me…
At the life I thought I understood.
And realized something terrifying.
This was no longer a game.
No longer revenge.
This was real.
And I was already in too deep.
“I think…” I said slowly,
“I’m falling for you.”
“But I need time.”
He didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t pressure me.
He just nodded.
So we made one last agreement.
Six months.
No pretending.
No expectations.
Just truth.
And now…
Six months are almost over.
And I still don’t know what scares me more…
Losing him.
Or choosing him.
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So tell me… what would YOU do?
