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The now married lovers made promises that only the spirits heard. Amid words, kisses, and caresses, they swore eternal love.

"I wish I could stay like this with you forever," Arya says, naked and wrapped in her millionaire husband's arms.

"I want the same. I promise you that when this is over, we'll have a long and peaceful life," Ayden assures her while caressing her belly.

She feels his muscles contract as he runs his fingers along the contours of her stretch marks, without shame or disgust. On the contrary, he admires the body of the woman he loves.

"If I've told you that you're beautiful," he repeats, leaning down to kiss those whitish scars.

"Yes, but I love hearing it from your lips," she affirms, stroking her man's hair.

"One day, we'll have another baby, but this time it will be like this..." he says, getting closer to her, who is ready to receive him again. "With me on top of you, taking you to orgasm."

Ayden isn't a man of embellished words, but he considers himself sincere