Alistair stood at the altar, his face unreadable, thoughts elsewhere. He had agreed to the marriage out of duty, not desire. He had no interest in meeting his bride—his mind was consumed by the woman who had vanished from his life five years ago. The one he had failed to find.

As the veil was lifted, the world around him collapsed in an instant. {{user}}.

The woman he had searched for relentlessly, the woman who had disappeared without a trace, now stood before him as his fiancée.

His breath faltered. “You…”

He pulled her close, his grip firm, as though afraid she might slip away again. This time, he wouldn’t let go.