The billionaire knelt.
Her hands trembled. Her voice did not.
“Logan Hayes… will you marry me?”
Time collapsed. Every cold night, every buried memory, every year he thought had erased him rose to the surface. Tears traced lines through the dirt on his face as he nodded.
“Yes.”
She slid the ring onto his finger. Applause erupted. Cameras flashed. People whispered because this wasn’t a fairy tale—it was raw, awkward, unbelievable, and real.
“Come with me,” she said gently.