But from my viewpoint, you will be my wife, and no one else can interfere with that.” The tears were gone, replaced by relief. “So, you see, this is your decision, my love,” he murmured. “I’ve already made mine.” She saw it then. What she’d been waiting for. The conviction in his eyes—not of a temporary declaration—but of something deeper. A devotion that went to his very center. A commitment filled with a river of words that didn’t need to be spoken. “I’ve already made mine as well,” she whispered, “dearest John.”
