The evening sky blushed in soft golds and pinks, the sun dipping low behind the hills as soft music drifted across the lush garden. Candles flickered in crystal holders. Rose petals were scattered along the aisle, and the scent of jasmine hung in the air.
Jerry stood tall in her crisp, tailored white suit—elegant, striking, her short hair styled just enough to look dangerous and romantic all at once. Her steel-blue eyes were locked on the aisle.
And then—there she was.
Mira.
Walking down the aisle in a white silk gown that hugged her every curve, sparkling like moonlight over calm water. Her veil floated around her like a dream, and Jerry forgot how to breathe.
When Mira finally reached her, Jerry whispered, "You look like a goddess."
Mira smiled, eyes shimmering. "And you look like the reason I believe in forever."
They stood hand in hand before the officiant. Vows were exchanged, whispered promises spoken from trembling lips.
"I, Mira Langford, choose you, Jerry Kingston, even when life is cruel, even when the world is loud. I choose you in silence, in storms, in every breath. Forever."
"I, Jerry Kingston, vow to protect you, fight for you, laugh with you, and never let you go. You're mine, Mira You've always been mine."
Tears rolled down cheeks—Mira's, Jerry's, and even both grandfathers'.
Cheers broke out as the officiant declared them wives.
"You may kiss your wife."
Jerry smirked before leaning in and kissing Mira deeply, sweetly, and when they finally pulled apart, Jerry rolled her arm gently around Mira's wrist and leaned close, voice husky.
"I'm going to take you with me forever."
Mira blushed, then pressed a kiss to Jerry's neck and whispered, "I've been waiting for that... for so long."
Guests clapped and cheered, throwing petals as Jerry held Mira's waist, refusing to let go. Suddenly, Mr. Langford walked toward them, proud and teary-eyed.
"Congratulations, my girls," he said, hugging them both. "Jerry, may I talk to Mira for a second?"
Jerry raised an eyebrow, then... smiled silly and shook her head. "Nope. She's mine now." But then she winked and gently nudged Mira forward. "Alright, but just for a second."
Mira spoke softly with her grandfather as Jerry waited, eyes locked on her bride like she'd never seen anything so precious.
Soon after, Jerry swept Mira into her arms—bridal style.
The guests laughed and cheered louder.
"Let's go, Mrs. Kingston," she teased as she carried her toward the sleek black car waiting for them.
Inside the car, it was quiet. Warm. Intimate.
Jerry glanced over. "So... what did he say?"
Mira's smile faded a little. "He just said he's sorry. That he knows he went too far. But... he still believes it's important. The whole... child thing."
Jerry nodded, eyes on the road ahead, then leaned over and kissed Mira's lips—slow, long, claiming.
"Well then... Mrs. Kingston," she whispered after the kiss, brushing her thumb under Mira's eyes, "wanna go home?"
Mira smiled, heart full. "Finally. You mean our home,
right?"
At Home...
As Jerry opened the door, Mira froze.
Their entire house was lit with soft golden lights and filled with red roses.
A white silk banner hung across the entry wall: Welcome Home, Wifey.
Mira covered her mouth, her eyes spilling tears.
Jerry wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on Mira's shoulder.
"It's over now," she whispered. "No more pain. Just us."
Mira leaned into her. "I love you."
"I know," Jerry whispered back, voice low. "Now... wanna sleep? Or…"
Mira turned, fire in her eyes, heart racing, and kissed Jerry deeply.
"What do you think I want?" she whispered against her lips.
Jerry grinned, carrying her again, stepping into the petals on the floor as the door closed behind them—finally home. Finally forever.
Silence wrapped around Mira and Jerry as the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Mira stared at the glowing script on the wall: Welcome Home, Wifey. Her chest tightened with emotion.
"I still feel like I'm dreaming," Mira whispered, her hand brushing over the petals.
Jerry wrapped her arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss just under Mira's ear. "If this is a dream… don't wake up. I want this illusion forever."
Mira tilted her head, giving Jerry full access to her neck. "Forever sounds good, Mr. Kingston."
Jerry chuckled low, her lips grazing down to Mira's shoulder. "Say it again."
"What?" Mira whispered, eyes fluttering.
"That name. The one that belongs to me now."
Mira turned slowly in her arms, their bodies flush. Her lips brushed Jerry's as she murmured, "Mrs. Kingston…"
Jerry kissed her hard.
She didn't waste time. Her hands slid under the delicate silk of Mira's wedding gown, lifting it slowly as she kissed her deeper. Mira moaned softly, gripping Jerry's shirt, her fingers desperate for more skin.
"You wore white," Jerry teased as she pulled the gown over her head, revealing Mira in nothing but lace underneath. "Such a liar, baby."
"I wore white," Mira smirked, breathless, "but I didn't promise innocence."
Jerry growled softly and lifted Mira in her arms, bridal style again, but this time toward their bedroom.
The room was dimly lit with soft golden lights, the bed adorned with rose petals. The moment Mira touched the sheets, Jerry hovered above her, eyes burning.
"I missed this," Jerry whispered, her lips brushing across Mira's collarbone. "Just you. Just me. No contracts. No grandfathers. No rules."
Mira gasped as Jerry's mouth trailed lower. "Claim me again, Kingston…"
"Again? Baby," Jerry smirked, kissing the valley of her chest, "tonight I'm not just claiming you. I'm devouring you."
And she did.
Every kiss was slow. Every touch, deliberate. Jerry worshipped her with her mouth, her hands, her eyes—until Mira was trembling, whispering Jerry's name like a prayer. Her nails scratched down Jerry's back, her thighs wrapped tightly around her waist.
"You're mine now," Jerry murmured against her skin, lips tracing her stomach. "No one… no paper… no pressure—nothing comes between us."
Mira's hands threaded through Jerry's hair, tugging gently. "Then prove it…"
Jerry did.
Again.
And again.
Hours Later – Wrapped in Sheets and Breathless
Mira lay curled against Jerry's chest, fingers drawing lazy circles across her ribs.
"You were intense tonight," she whispered, voice hoarse.
Jerry kissed the top of her head. "You were glowing in that dress. I nearly lost my mind."
Mira giggled sleepily. "You ripped it."
"I'll buy you ten more."
"Ten more weddings?"
"No," Jerry grinned. "Ten more reasons to make you scream my name."
Mira flushed hot and hid her face. "Shut up…"
Jerry tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. "Never. I'll keep saying it. You're mine. You're my wife."
"I love you," Mira whispered, her eyes glassy with joy.
Jerry pulled her closer, wrapping the blanket around them both.
"And I'll love you until we're old and wrinkly… and still too obsessed with each other to care."
Soft light spills across the white sheets, but Jerry stirs alone.
She reaches out—her hand falls on an empty, cold side of the bed.
"Mira?" she mumbles, blinking the haze from her eyes.
Silence.
She sits up quickly, eyes darting around the room. No sound of the shower. No quiet humming from the kitchen. Nothing.
Jerry throws off the covers, her heart thudding, and rushes downstairs.
And there—near the front door—Mira stands. Fully dressed. A suitcase near her feet. Her back straight,
but her shoulders trembling.
"Mira?" Jerry calls gently.
Mira turns, her makeup light but her eyes swollen. "You're awake."
Jerry walks to her slowly. "Why are you dressed? What's going on?"
Mira says nothing.
Instead, she extends her hand.
A stack of crisp white papers.
Jerry frowns and takes them.
Divorce papers.
The same name. The same love. Shattered in black ink.
Jerry's jaw clenches. Her heart sinks. "What is this, Mira?"
"I… I signed it already," Mira whispers. "Just leave your signature, and I'll go."
Jerry looks up at her, eyes wide. "You're joking, right? After everything we've been through?"
"Jerry…" Mira's voice breaks. "Please. Just leave me."
A single tear slips down her cheek, but her lips tremble into a sad smile.
Jerry steps forward, reaching for her—but Mira pushes her back gently.
"I told you. I hurt you. I brought this chaos. The world knows now. The pressure, the shame—I don't deserve your love."
Jerry stares at her in disbelief. "Mira. I gave you everything I had. I chose you over my name, my legacy, everything. And you still think you don't deserve me?"
Mira looks away, biting her lip to keep from crying harder.
"Forget me, Jerry. I'll only destroy you."
Mira grabs her suitcase.
But just as she turns to walk out—
Jerry grabs her wrist.
Tears fall freely now from Jerry's eyes. She drops the papers to the floor and slowly lowers herself to her knees in front of Mira, clutching her hand.
"Mira…" her voice breaks. "Please don't go."
Mira's lips part in shock as Jerry—the proud, strong, unshakable Jerry Kingston—kneels at her feet, begging.
"I don't care what the world says. I don't care about a goddamn paper. I love you," Jerry chokes out, eyes red, voice trembling. "I fought so hard for you. I'd do it again. Just—don't leave me."
Mira's shoulders shake as she finally breaks down, falling to her knees with Jerry.
"I don't know how to fix it," Mira sobs. "I don't know how to undo the damage."
"You don't have to fix it," Jerry whispers, cupping her face. "Just stay. That's enough for me."
Jerry's knees hit the floor, her fingers still curled around Mira's wrist, her voice cracking with raw desperation.
"Mira," she whispers again, "if you leave me now…"
Mira stands slowly, trembling, avoiding Jerry's eyes.
"…and if anyone—anyone—touches what's already mine…"
Jerry lifts her head, eyes blazing through the tears. Her voice, a broken whisper:
"…that means you killed me… with your own hands."
Mira flinches.
Her lips quiver. Her hands tighten into fists at her sides. She can't look at her. Can't speak. Her soul is screaming, but her mouth betrays her heart.
She turns, back to Jerry.
And whispers without turning back, "Forget me, Jerry."
Jerry's face crumbles.
And then—for the first time in her life—Jerry Kingston cries.
Not just silent tears.
Not the kind she swallowed down in boardrooms or behind bravado.
No.
This cry tears from her lungs like something dying inside. Her sobs echo across the penthouse, guttural uncontrollable.
"Mi—Mira!" she cries out, crawling forward even as the door opens.
But Mira doesn't stop.
She doesn't turn.
Her body shakes, but she steps outside, closing the door softly behind her.
And yet—
From the other side of the hallway, as the elevator closes—
She hears it.
Jerry's voice.
A raw, agonized wail that slices through silence like thunder:
"MIRAAAAA—!!"
Mira covers her mouth with her palm as tears spill from her eyes, knees weak.
The elevator doors shut.
Jerry collapses fully, breathless and empty, clutching the last piece of her soul that just walked away.