Chapter 8

On the anniversary of Cynthia's passing, I brought a bouquet of bird-of-paradise flowers to her grave.

However, I was met with someone I wasn't expecting at the cemetery.

Jenny stood there in a thin white dress. She was barefaced.

I recognized the dress; it was the same dress she wore on the day we got our marriage certificate.

"Landon, I was wrong. I've spent the night at Cynthia's grave, repenting. I only realized how much I love you now. I thought I loved Claude, but when I truly lost you, I could finally see what was in my heart."

She knelt on one knee, holding a bouquet of white roses with a sincere look in her eyes. "Landon, I'm asking for your hand in marriage at Cynthia's grave. I promise to love only you for the rest of my life.

"I've gotten rid of Claude. Can you forgive me?"

I gently pulled Sabrina who had been watching from the side closer to me, intertwining our fingers. Turning to Jenny with a blank expression, I replied, "I'm sorry, but I have a fiancée."

Sabrin