No money. No connections. No one willing to believe him.
Until… me.
“When you helped me,” he said, “I finally had something to stand on again.”
He’d contacted a major law firm.
They took his case.
His accounts were restored.
And now… he was getting everything back.
Then he looked at me.
Not like before.
Deeper.
Clearer.
“Every woman I met before wanted what I had,” he said quietly.
“You’re the only one who wanted me when I had nothing.”
He opened the box.
“Miley… will you marry me? For real this time.”
I couldn’t speak for a second.
Everything I thought I understood about my life… flipped.
The “homeless man” I married out of spite…
Was the only real thing in my life.
I didn’t give him an answer right away.
I told him the truth.
“I think I’m falling for you… but I need time.”
He didn’t argue. Just nodded.
So we made a deal.
Six months.
No pretending. No pressure.
Just… real life.
And for the first time in years…
I’m not being pushed.
I’m not proving anything.
I’m just… choosing.
