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AMARA
The days following the disastrous wedding attempt pass in a blur of tears, heartache, and soul-searching. I feel like I'm drowning, like the very foundation of my world has been ripped out from under me, leaving me lost and adrift.
But through it all, there's one constant, one lifeline that keeps me tethered to shore. My best friend, Sarah. She's been my rock, my confidante, my shoulder to cry on as I try to make sense of the chaos and confusion that has become my life.
"I just...I don't know what to believe anymore," I confess one night, as we sit curled up on my couch with wine and a box of tissues. "I love Grayson, Sarah. I love him more than I ever thought possible. But how...how can I trust him, after everything that's happened?"
Sarah is quiet for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "I won't lie to you, Amara. What that bitch did...it was cruel, and manipulative, and designed to hurt you in the deepest way possible. But..."
She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching mine with a mix of sympathy and conviction. "But I also know Grayson. I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he talks about you. That man...he's head over heels, stupid in love with you. And I just...I can't believe he would ever do something like this, not in a million years."
I feel fresh tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my heart clenching with a painful mix of hope and fear. "I want to believe that, Sarah. I want to believe in him, in us. But how...how can I ever trust him again, after all the doubt and confusion Sophia has sown?"
Sarah reaches out, taking my hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You talk to him, Amara. You hear him out, you give him a chance to explain. And then...you listen to your heart. Because deep down, I think you already know the truth. You already know what you need to do."
I'm quiet for a long moment, my mind reeling with the weight of her words.
Admittedly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I never got to see him in his tux, we never got to have our day. It fills me with a hopeless disappointment that makes me want to fall into him, if only to share the regret with the person who gets it the most. Him.
Could it really be that simple? Could the answer to all my pain and heartache really be as easy as...talking to Grayson, hearing him out?
"Okay," I whisper finally, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and determination. "Okay. I'll...I'll meet with him. I'll hear what he has to say."
Sarah nods, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Good. That's good, Amara. And remember… No matter what happens, no matter what he says...I'm here for you. Always."
The next day, I find myself sitting across from Grayson at a quiet cafe, my heart pounding and my palms slick with sweat. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, his eyes red-rimmed and his face drawn with exhaustion and grief.
I’ve seen a thousand clean-cut, well-shaven versions of him. But this guy? This guy has been through hell. I realize just looking at him that he looks as miserable as I feel.
"Amara," he says softly, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I...I don't even know where to begin. The things Sophia said, the accusations she made...I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, none of it was true."
I feel my throat tighten, tears threatening to spill over as I force myself to meet his gaze. "Then why, Grayson? Why would she do something like this, why would she go to such lengths to hurt us?"
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, his hands clenching into fists on the table. "Because she's sick, Amara. She's twisted, cruel, and so consumed by her own jealousy and bitterness that she can't stand to see anyone else happy. Least of all me."
He reaches out, tentatively taking my hand in his. I flinch at the contact, but don't pull away, some small part of me craving his touch, his reassurance.
"Amara, I...I know I've made mistakes in the past. I know I've hurt you, even if it was unintentional. But please...please believe me when I say that you, and you alone, are the love of my life. The one I want to spend the rest of my days with, the one I want to build a future with."
I feel a sob catch in my throat, my vision blurring with tears. "I want to believe you, Grayson. I want to trust in you, in us. But I'm just...I'm so scared. Scared of getting hurt again, scared of opening myself up to more pain and heartbreak.
“I feel like we’ve been on this roller coaster from day one. Everytime I think I can trust the way I feel about you, the bottom drops out.”
He nods, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know, baby. I know. And I...I can't promise that I'll never hurt you again, never cause you pain. But what I can promise is that I will spend the rest of my life proving my love for you, my devotion to you. I will wake up every single day and choose you, choose us, no matter what challenges we face."
I'm quiet for a long moment, my heart warring with my head as I try to make sense of the swirling emotions inside me. Can I really do this? Can I really take this leap of faith, put my trust in Grayson once more?
But as I look into his eyes, seeing the depth of love and sincerity shining back at me...I know that there's only one answer, only one path forward.
"Okay," I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope. "Okay, Grayson. I...I believe you. I trust you. And I...I want to try again. I want to build a life with you, a future together."
His face breaks into a watery smile, a look of such pure joy and relief that it takes my breath away. "Oh, Amara. My love, my heart...you have no idea how much that means to me. How much you mean to me."
He slides out of his chair, dropping to one knee before me and taking my hand in his. "Amara Jeffries, I know I've asked you this before, and I know I've put you through hell in the process. But I'm asking you again, here and now...will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my partner, my everything?"
I feel fresh tears streaming down my face, but this time...they're tears of joy, of love, of pure, unbridled happiness. "Yes," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Grayson. A thousand times yes."
He surges to his feet, pulling me into his arms and crushing his lips against mine in a kiss that's equal parts passionate and tender. We stay like that for a long moment, lost in each other, in the promise of a future together.
