Chapter 2

Amelia stared at him as if the world had tilted off its axis.

One hand flew to her mouth, fingers trembling as she gasped softly, while the other remained frozen midair— still clutching the glittering ring that had moments ago rolled to her feet. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears she was certain everyone could hear it.

Charles looked impossibly handsome on one knee, his posture confident yet reverent, as though this moment meant everything to him. His eyes never left hers.

“Amelia,” he began, his voice low, warm, and steady, cutting through the soft hum of the restaurant. “Two years ago when you walked into my life, everything changed. You came with grace, strength, beauty… and a heart so pure it humbled me.”

Her eyes shimmered.

“I have seen women,” he continued, “but I have never seen a woman like you. You love fiercely, you give selflessly, and you carry pain with dignity. You don’t just survive— you flourish. And loving you has been the greates