*Loveth's POV*
The morning of the wedding was quiet.
No drama. No second-guessing. Just the soft sound of waves outside the villa, the rustle of satin, and Miracle pinning my veil.
"You look like love," she whispered.
And I felt it — from the soles of my feet to the steady beat of my heart.
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*Ethan's POV*
As I stood under the flower arch, watching Loveth walk down the aisle in white, I forgot the world.
She wasn't just a bride. She was my peace, my fire, my best choice.
Tears burned my eyes. *This is real.*
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*Loveth's POV*
I saw him — Ethan, waiting with shaky hands and the softest smile. And I knew: *this is what love looks like after the storm.*
The vows were ours. Honest. Soft. Whole.
"I choose you — again and again. In peace, in chaos, and in all the beautiful tomorrows."
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*Ethan's POV*
When the officiant said "You may now kiss your bride," I didn't just kiss her.
I kissed every moment we fought to stay together. Every scar. Every promise.
And she kissed me like she already knew: we made it.
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*Loveth's POV*
The reception was a blur of laughter, tears, and dancing until our feet ached.
Miracle toasted to "betrayals that led to better beginnings."
Everyone cheered.
But the real party was when Ethan pulled me close under the stars and whispered:
"We did it, Loveth. This is our forever."
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*Final POV — Joint*
Love doesn't always arrive gently.
Sometimes it's messy, painful, complicated. But if it's real, it stays. It fights. It forgives.
And in the end… it wins.
*Flawless but Twisted. But always, always worth it.*
*The End.*
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