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Vows and Doubt
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2026-06-04 06:13:07Chapter 27: Vows and Doubts
I stood in front of the mirror in the master bedroom, holding up a cream-colored dress against my body. The fabric was soft, elegant, and perfect for a vow renewal ceremony. Khalid watched me from the doorway, his eyes warm with hope as he leaned against the frame.“You’d look beautiful in that,” he said softly. “Or in anything, really. But this one… it feels right for us. A fresh start.”I forced a smile that I hoped looked genuine. “It’
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