Two years later, Nova and Flynn completed Project Westfort. They returned to Berning and, without wasting a second, got engaged.
Flynn held her hand, his face glowing with happiness. “Fortunately, I went with you on that trip. Otherwise, I would’ve never found a wife this perfect.”
“The wedding hasn’t even happened yet. I’m not your wife,” Nova teased.
Flynn didn’t mind. He simply intertwined their fingers and leaned close to her ear, whispering over and over with affection, “My wife.”
The wedding was grand, and every decoration was tailored to Nova’s taste. They exchanged rings under the gaze of all their friends and family, then kissed amid cheers and teasing shouts.
At the banquet, Flynn kept her close, shielding her protectively. “If anyone wants to drink, come to me. My wife’s stomach is weak. She can’t have any.” In that moment, Nova felt completely, undeniably happy. So, she was worthy of being loved after all.
That night, lying in bed, they had a heart–to–heart talk. Flynn looked at her with deep affection. “Finally, I get to call you mine.”
Nova’s eyes turned red as she said, “I’m glad it’s you.”
After the wedding, both of them returned to work. Every night, they came home to each other, recharging through quiet embraces. They even adopted a tuxedo cat and settled into a life of freedom and joy.
As for Ewan, it was as if he had completely vanished from Nova’s world:
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