Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1323

The pastor nodded in approval, then turned to Whitney with a gentle smile. “Beautiful bride, do you take this man to be your husband? Will you live together in holy matrimony, loving him, honoring him, standing by him through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, and remain faithful to him all your days?”

Whitney lowered her gaze, taking a deep breath. Her nose tingled, emotions swirling in her chest and clouding her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered, trembling as she whispered, “I do.”

“Whitney.” Ludwik’s voice was deep, carrying a weight that made the corners of his eyes turn red.

He stepped closer, towering over her, and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger. Bending down, he pressed a tender kiss to her hand, murmuring with all the love in the world, “I love you.”

Whitney looked up shyly, letting him kiss her. She could feel his love pouring out, overwhelming and true. Her voice was a soft whisper, “Me too…”

“Say it out loud,” he teased between kisses. “I need to hear it.”

Her cheeks were burning, her heart pounding. Happiness filled her up to the brim. She cupped his handsome face, no longer hiding. “Yes, Ludwik. I love you.”

“Grow old with me, will you? God, I’m so freaking happy, wifey.”

Whitney buried her blushing face into his chest, his warmth wrapping around her just like his love.

She glanced at the sunlight streaming through the church windows, painting the stained glass in colors straight out of a fairy tale.

In this castle of dreams, she stood with her love, their sons running around, and not far away, Natalie rocked their baby daughter in her arms.

Everyone was smiling, laughing, offering their heartfelt blessings.

“Danny, Danny… Now you, me, and our little sister, we have a family again,” Sammy whispered, tugging on his mom's dress, too excited to keep it inside.

Whitney overheard, and something in her heart squeezed. Even smart little Sammy, always so clever, just wanted to feel safe, to have a real family.

Her tears fell onto Ludwik’s crisp suit. Feeling the dampness, he brushed her cheek tenderly. “Hey, silly girl, don’t cry. You forgave me, you chose to spend your life with me. You have no idea how much that means. Marrying you is the best luck I’ve ever had.”

Really?

He cherished her that much?

Then she would cherish him too, through every day and every storm, together with their kids, making a happy home.

Whitney thought back to her younger self, five years ago. Was she always meant to meet Ludwik? He was her challenge, her fate, and now, her forever.

“From now on, good luck, every day,” she smiled up at him.

Ludwik grinned, giving her nose a playful tweak. “You’re my good luck charm. And as for moving to Eurovoria, I’ll do whatever you want. After all, who cares about some Bryce Lutz? With a wife and kids, home-cooked meals, and a warm bed, nothing else matters.”

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