After My Groom Proposed to His "Dying" Mistress

Synopsis

The morning air carried a hint of salt from the Atlantic as I arrived at the Hamilton Estate just after dawn. My heels clicked softly against the cobblestone path leading to the grand venue I'd spent months perfecting. Eight years with Ryan had led to this moment—our wedding, only three weeks away. I ran my fingers along the intricate wrought-iron gate as I entered, savoring the cool metal against my skin. The estate was silent except for the occasional call of seagulls and the gentle rustling of leaves. This peaceful solitude was exactly what I needed for my final walkthrough. "Ms. Mitchell?" The estate manager appeared from the main building, clipboard in hand. "You're quite early." "I wanted to see everything in the morning light," I explained, not mentioning that I'd barely slept, too excited about finalizing our wedding plans. "I'll just be checking a few details." He nodded and retreated, leaving me alone with my creation. I'd poured everything into designing this