But Nathan stood firm by Emily’s side. They married in a simple ceremony. At the altar, Emily wept.
“Sir… Nathan… are you sure? You might regret this.”
“I’ll never regret it, Emily. I love you and your children,” Nathan replied.
Then came their wedding night: their honeymoon.
They were in the master bedroom. Silent. Emily was nervous. Nathan gently approached his wife. He was ready to accept everything about her: the scars of yesterday, the stretch marks from pregnancy, any sign of motherhood. To him, they were symbols of sacrifice.
“Emily, don’t be shy. I’m your husband now,” Nathan said tenderly as he touched her shoulder.
Slowly, Emily took off her robe. She lowered the strap of her nightgown.
When Nathan saw his wife’s body, HE FROZEN. It froze.
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