Mistress Commission: 'Design Our Rings!' But Darling I'm Still His WIFE novel Chapter 125

The sky stretched endlessly above them, a vast canvas painted with hues of fading twilight. Lira stood quietly beside Solene Marr, their hands almost touching but not quite meeting. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of memories too fragile to voice aloud. Around them, the world seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for something to break the silence.

Lira’s heart pounded with a mix of hope and fear. She glanced at Solene, whose eyes reflected the soft glow of the setting sun, shimmering with unshed tears and hidden stories. The names they once whispered in the dark—names that had once meant everything—now felt like fragments scattered across the vast emptiness between them.

“I remember,” Lira whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “how we used to dream beneath this very sky.” The breeze carried her words away gently, as if the wind itself was a keeper of their past.

Solene’s lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “And yet, the sky still holds those broken names, doesn’t it?” she replied softly, her gaze drifting upward to the stars beginning to pierce the dusk.

They stood there, two souls tethered by memories and the fragile hope of healing. The night deepened, wrapping them in its quiet embrace, and somewhere between the fading light and the rising stars, they found a silent promise: to remember, to forgive, and perhaps, one day, to mend what had been broken.