The CEO's Regret: You made me your lie, I become your Loss-Chapter 92: A Dance in the Moonlight

The door creaked open, and Julian stepped in, looking every bit the triumphant groom. He ignored the drama, his eyes only for his wife.

"Can I steal my wife now?" Julian asked with a devastating smile. "The band is playing our song, and I’m tired of sharing you with the guests."

Amara smiled, the exhaustion of the day vanishing the moment she looked at him. She turned to Amira, squeezed her hand one last time, and let Julian lead her back toward the music.

The dance floor shimmered under a canopy of fairy lights, each tiny glow reflecting off polished floors and stolen glances. Music drifted softly through the air, but somehow... it all felt distant.

Because right there, in the middle of it all...Julian pulled her close. And just like that, the world faded.

No guests. No noise. No expectations. Just them.

They moved in a slow, effortless circle, like they’d done this a thousand times before, even though everything about tonight was new.

"You did it," Julian murmured against her ear, his voice warm, threaded with quiet pride. "You survived the wedding of the century."

Amara let out the softest laugh, the kind that only came after chaos had finally settled. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder, fitting there like she always had.

"We survived," she corrected gently.

Her fingers tightened slightly against him, her gaze drifting past the lights, thoughtful... knowing.

"And I think," she added, a small smile playing on her lips, "we just started another one." Julian stilled just for a heartbeat.

Then he huffed a quiet laugh, pulling her a little closer like he already understood exactly what she meant.

Because with them? It was never just one story. It was always the beginning of another.

At the far edge of the garden, where laughter softened into whispers and the music felt like a distant memory, a black van sat quietly behind a curtain of flowers.

Hidden. Watching.

Sebastian Creed sat in a sleek, high-tech wheelchair, a heavy blanket draped over his legs despite the warm night air. The glow from the fairy lights barely reached him, but it was enough to trace the sharp lines of his face... and the scars that hadn’t fully healed.

Behind him, his mother sat still, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, not controlling, not commanding... just there.

Through the breaks in the trees, they could see them.

Julian and Amara. Dancing. Glowing.

Alive in a way that felt almost untouchable.

"I really love her, Mother," Sebastian whispered, his voice fragile, as it might break under its own weight. A single tear slipped free, carving a quiet path through the dust on his cheek. "It still hurts... seeing her with him... knowing I’ll never get the chance to stand by her side again."

His fingers tightened around the armrests, knuckles paling, as a choked sob escaped him.

"I know, Sebastian," his mother said softly, her voice no longer sharp with pride but softened by something unfamiliar... humility. "But look at what she did."

Her gaze followed his.

"She’s the kind of woman who gives everything back to you. The company... your future. She chose to rebuild you... even after you tried to destroy her."

Sebastian’s eyes didn’t leave the scene.

Julian lifts Amara’s hand. Brushing his lips against it. The way she smiled open, free, unafraid.

"...She deserved better than me," he admitted, the truth scraping out of him like something long buried. "She always did."

His mother’s grip on his shoulders tightened firm, but not unkind.

"Then recover," she urged quietly. "Fight for your body. For your future. Build something worthy of the second chance she gave you."

A pause.

"Honor her... by becoming a man she would never have to forgive again."

The music swelled.

And then...The sky exploded.

Fireworks burst above the estate, gold and violet painting the night in fleeting brilliance. Light danced across Sebastian’s face, reflecting in his eyes as he watched her just one last time.

Amara. Laughing. Living.

Loved.

Sebastian inhaled slowly, deeply, like he was finally letting go of something that had held him captive for far too long.

Then, with a quiet motion of his hand. He signaled the driver.

The engine hummed to life, soft but final. And as the van pulled away, the lights, the laughter, the love, all of it faded into the distance.

The past... was finally closed. And for the first time, the future, uncertain as it was, belonged to them all.

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Amira didn’t walk; she marched.

Straight through the garden, past laughing guests and glowing lights, her heart pounding as it had finally made a decision it couldn’t take back.

"Leo!" she called. He turned instantly.

And just like that... all her dramatic escape plans? Gone.

"I’m sorry," she said, breathless, hands slightly raised like she was surrendering. "The way I ran...I just..." she groaned softly, dragging a hand through her hair. "I’m Amira. I panic. I overthink. I... spiral. I was trying to explain..."

"I know." The words stopped her cold.

Leo stepped closer, his expression calm and steady in a way that made her chest tighten.

"I understand, Amira," he said gently. "I know about your bipolar. I know about your highs... your lows... all of it."

Amira blinked. Once. Twice.

"...You what?" she breathed, completely thrown. "How do you even— I never told you."

Leo smiled faintly, not smug, just sure.

"I pay attention," he said simply. "And I care. So I learned. And I’m not going anywhere." Something in her shifted.

Softened.

"Thank you, Leo," she said quietly, her voice losing its usual sharp edge. Then, just like that, Amira, being Amira, tilted her head, eyeing him.

"But," she added, pointing a finger at him, "if this involves anything like... that," she gestured wildly toward the grand wedding behind them, "then we need to renegotiate terms."

Leo let out a small laugh, relief breaking through. Amira took a breath.

A real one. "...I might marry you," she said, almost casually.

Leo froze. And then she let it out, "I’m saying yes."

Silence. One second. Two. Then Leo moved.

He scooped her up effortlessly, laughter bursting out of him as he spun her around, right there under the lights, as the world had just handed him everything he ever wanted.

And Amira, who ran from everything, didn’t run. She laughed. And held on.

From the dance floor, Amara caught sight of it Amira laughing, actually laughing, as Leo spun her as the world had finally tilted in her favor.

Amara smiled. Soft. Knowing.

"Should we leave?" Julian’s voice brushed against her ear, playful, tempting. "It is our honeymoon... and I don’t want my wife collapsing from exhaustion on day one."

Amara let out a light laugh, her fingers curling into his sleeve. "Hmm... now that’s something to consider." She tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Shall we? Where are we going?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Julian’s grin turned mysterious. "It’s a surprise."

Oh, that tone. That dangerous, intriguing tone.

They started moving slowly, carefully slipping through clusters of guests like two conspirators trying to escape their own celebration.

But... "Julian! A toast!"

"Amara, just one dance!"

"Oh, you can’t leave yet!" And just like that... their great escape plan began to crumble.

Piece by piece. Sip by sip. Amara shot him a look. This is your fault.

Julian exhaled, then suddenly straightened, his presence shifting into something commanding, effortless, natural.

"Alright, everyone, may I have your attention?"

The room responded instantly, conversations dipping into silence, all eyes turning toward them.

Julian slipped an arm around Amara, pulling her just a little closer.

"The party," he began smoothly, "is only getting started..." A pause. A smile. "But my wife, yes, my wife, Mrs. Vale, and I need to head out." A ripple of laughter and cheers spread through the crowd.

"I’m sure you all understand," he added, his tone warm but firm. "I don’t want her too exhausted from the party for the other party... do we?"

More cheers. Louder this time.

Amara felt heat rush to her cheeks, suddenly shy under the weight of so many eyes, her fingers tightening slightly around his.

My wife. Mrs. Vale. The words echoed in her chest.

Then her mother appeared, graceful as ever, a knowing smile on her lips as she stepped forward.

"Go," she said softly, pulling Amara into a brief embrace. "You’ve done enough for one night."

Amara smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. And just like that... No more interruptions. No more delays.

Hand in hand, Julian and Amara slipped away, leaving behind the music, the laughter, the celebration. And stepping into something that was finally, entirely theirs.

Amara barely made it inside before she was already moving hands on zippers, silk slipping away, the weight of the gown falling to the floor like the end of one Chapter.

Minutes later...She stepped out again. Different. Free.

Dressed in a sleek white jumpsuit that hugged her just right, effortless and bold, like a woman who had just said I do... and meant it in every possible way.

Julian looked up...And paused. Actually paused. Because wow.

"Well," he breathed, a slow smile spreading across his face, "someone’s ready to skip the ’graceful bride exit’ and go straight to unforgettable."

Amara grinned, spinning once just to tease him. "What? You expected me to run through an airport in a ball gown?"

"Wouldn’t put it past you," he said lightly, stepping closer, his gaze still locked on her like he hadn’t quite recovered.

Outside, the night air greeted them again, but this time, it carried something new.

Anticipation.

A sleek car waited. Beyond that. A private jet, engines humming softly like it was just as eager as they were.

Julian extended his hand, eyes glinting with mischief. "Are you ready for the surprise, Mrs. Vale?"

Amara slipped her hand into his, her smile slow, warm... certain. "Yes, Mr. Vale," she replied. And just like that. They stepped forward. Into the unknown. Together.