The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527 Promises Carved In Stone

Later, Julius led Quinn to his mother’s grave.

Standing before the polished stone, Quinn squeezed Julius‘ hand. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, for giving him life.”

The woman might never have loved her son, yet she had still granted him existence.

Without that simple act, Julius would not be breathing beside her now, and she might never have discovered that someone could love her with such relentless devotion.

She bowed, solemn and precise, while Julius watched in quiet silence.

As they turned to leave, Julius paused. “Mother, Quinn and I will grow old together.”

His cool voice drifted into the wind until it was indistinguishable from the rustling leaves.

Quinn tightened her grip on his fingers. “Yes. We will grow old together.”

Quinn’s phone buzzed just after dawn, the pale light barely spilling through the curtains, and Laura’s name glowed across the

screen.

“Are you really heading to City Hall with Julius for the license today?”

“Yes,” she answered, voice still warm with sleep.

“When, exactly? I want to be there–first to shout congratulations the second you walk out.”

Quinn chuckled, named a late–morning slot, and promised to text the exact minute.

The call ended; she turned, and there stood Julius in a crisp white shirt and linen trousers, sunlight crowning him like some quiet blessing.

“Does this look all right?” Julius asked, smoothing the last invisible crease.

“Perfect,” Quinn blurted, perhaps too quickly.

She had suggested matching white shirts for the license photo–simple, timeless, unbreakable symmetry.

So, yesterday, she had laid out two identical shirts, one cut for her, one for him.

Yet seeing him now, all in white, she felt an absurd jolt–as though a storybook prince had wandered into her apartment.

His frame was made for clothes: broad shoulders, tapered waist; the plainer the fabric, the more he seemed carved from morning light.

None of the polished suits or evening tuxedos had ever captured this calm, whisper–clean beauty.

“Do you like this look?” he asked when her stare turned dreamy.

“I do,” she admitted, cheeks suddenly hot.

“If it makes you happy, I’ll dress like this as often as you wish.” He would do anything for her.

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Chapter 527 Promises Carved In Stone

“You’re such…” She laughed. “Come on, let’s head for city hall.”

“Hold on,” Julius murmured, producing a velvet box from his pocket.

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Quinn froze as he lifted the lid. Inside gleamed two rings–the woman’s, crowned with a diamond easily over ten carats, ablaze in

the dawn.

The man’s band was sober, yet nine tiny stones winked along the edge.

“These are our wedding rings, symbols of absolute perfection,” Julius said, then slid the glittering crown onto Quinn’s right ring finger. “Quinn, may our marriage be just as flawless.”

Quinn stared, breath snagged, at the diamond now catching every stray glimmer.

She could taste the care with which he had chosen it.

Her first wedding band had cost barely two hundred, bought from a sidewalk stall when Trent had been broke–and even after fortune found him, he never replaced it.

“Once we’re rich, I’ll buy you a better ring,” he had promised. The promise had turned to dust.

Now, on the threshold of her second marriage, Julius offered a ring selected with devotion.

Even the symbolism, she sensed, had been researched and weighed.

It really is this obvious when a man loves you–or doesn’t.

“It will,” Quinn said with a smile, lifting the plain band and sliding it onto Julius‘ finger.

When they stepped into City Hall, heads turned the way flowers follow sunlight.

Even in a crowd, the pair drew every stray glance. Julius, especially, stood stock–still yet magnetic–the cut of his suit, the clean edge of his cheekbones–looking less a mere man and more a model caught mid–shoot.

“Wow, check out the rock on her finger! It’s gigantic! There’s no way that thing is fake, right?”

“Is the guy some kind of celebrity? I’ve never seen him before. Maybe a new face on the scene?”

“They’re absolute eye candy. Are they here to get married or to file for divorce?”

Quinn let the muttered guesses drift past her like static she refused to tune in. After collecting their queue number with Julius, she settled in the padded waiting area, hands clasped, eyes on the screen that would eventually summon them forward.

Beyond the glass doors of City Hall, Laura’s car rolled to a halt, and she stepped out in a rush of perfume and nerves. Across the curb, Harlan’s steel–gray sedan purred to a stop, its driver emerging into the late–morning sun.

Nerves spiking, Laura closed the distance in a heartbeat, heels clicking as she planted herself squarely before him. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s the day Quinnie picks up her marriage license,” he said, tone almost casual. “Thought I’d swing by and see how it turns out.”

“Please tell me you’re not planning to mess things up.”

After all, Harlan had never truly laid those feelings for Quinn to rest.

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“And if I were?” He arched a brow, answering question with question.