Chapter 5
Six months later, the dark clouds that had hung over the Whitmore estate were completely gone. Vanessa was currently sitting in a maximum-security prison, awaiting a trial she was guaranteed to lose. The media circus had finally died down, leaving the family to heal in peace.
The grand ballroom, once the site of the disastrous engagement party, had been completely transformed. It was now filled with thousands of white roses and soft, golden lighting.
There was no massive crowd this time. No press, no business partners, no fake friends. Just a judge, Ethan, Elena, and their five-year-old son, who was proudly wearing a tiny tuxedo and holding a velvet ring box.
Ethan stood at the altar, looking at Elena. She wasn't wearing a maid’s uniform or hiding behind thick glasses. She was wearing a stunning, simple white gown, her eyes shining with absolute joy.
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"You fought your way back from the dead to protect our family," Ethan whispered as he slipped the diamond ring onto her finger. "I vow to spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to fight alone again."
Elena smiled, leaning in to kiss him as their son cheered loudly, wrapping his little arms around their legs. The nightmare was over. The Whitmore family was whole again, and their happily ever after had finally begun.
