Dylan took my hand as we stood in the garden at sunset and said, “One last promise, my love. This one is forever.”
The entire family filled the space around us. Hope stood with her husband and their two children. Lucas held his wife’s hand while their son chased Rose’s twins across the grass. Noah arrived last with his partner, carrying a stack of freshly printed books. Soft string lights glowed between the trees. The air smelled of roses and warm evening air.
Hope raised her glass first. “To Mom and Dad. For forty-five years of choosing each other.”
Lucas added, “And for finally letting the rest of the world read their story.”
I looked at the table near the terrace. Stacks of my newly released book sat there, the cover simple and elegant. The title read Divorced but Obsessed: A True S
