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Epilogue
Jacob’s POV
Nine Months Later
"Isn't he just exquisite?" Mom breathed out, utterly captivated. Her eyes shimmered with grandmotherly tenderness as she leaned over the crib, absorbed in the cherubic face of our little one. The baby returned her gaze with a quiet, wide-eyed wonder, a tiny observer in his newfound world.
Nine extraordinary, life-changing months had rolled by since Rima, my beacon of strength and beauty, and I found our way back to each other. Each sunrise, each sunset, each shared glance and whispered "I love you" had knitted our lives closer together.
Only three weeks after that heartfelt proposal amid the soft, cascading snowflakes in my hometown Snow, we vowed to be each other's forever in front of those who mattered most. Our honeymoon was a blur of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken promise of a lifetime of togetherness.
One of my pledges to Rima, that radiant woman who radiates courage and kindness in equal measure
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This book is for the two loyal fans who stayed with me throughout this book and kept on providing amazing feedback, gems, and supportive words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without you, this book wouldn’t have reached its end. For those who read this book after it was finished, thank you for reading it and reaching this far. I hope it was an enjoyable read for you because that’s what writing is all about for me, to give readers a chance to immerse themselves in a world they don’t want to get out of and I pray my book was able to do this for you. Really need some comments in the book details section, if you like the book please leave one before moving on to another book to allow other readers the chance to read Jacob and Rima’s story like you did. New projects are undecided yet. I have a few ideas but not sure which one will see the light next. I will announce any new book on my account so make sure you follow my page. With Love, The Black Daisy
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