I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 83
"Are you ever afraid that it was all a dream?" Elena whispered, resting her head against his shoulder as the sea breeze caught her hair. "That we're going to wake up and still be running?" Dominic shook his head slowly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Never," he answered with absolute, unshakeable certainty. "We survived the fire, Elena. Every scar we carry is proof that we won."
