Ethan’s POV
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. The warmth touched my skin and pulled me slowly from sleep.
The dinner. The laughter. The way our closest friends and family had gathered around us, their smiles genuine, their excitement unrestrained. There had been no sense of duty or pretense, only love.
It had been perfect.
My chest swelled so suddenly it almost hurt. This man, this incredible, complicated man, had done all of it for me.
When I had walked into that dinner, I thought it was a simple homecoming celebration, just a chance to see everyone again. None of it had been random.
He had been planning it for weeks, all those late nights and hushed phone calls, all the times he had disappeared into his office without explanation. It h
