🕯️ The ballroom sparkled like a dream he’d tried to forget.
>
> Ten years since she walked out—no goodbye, just a note: *“You’re free now.”*
>
> And yet… here she was.
>
> Not as a guest.
>
> Not as a memory.
>
> But standing by the grand staircase… in a simple black dress, holding a tray of champagne flutes.
>
> A *maid*.
>
> His heart slammed against his ribs.
>
> “Lena?” he whispered, stepping forward.
>
> She didn’t look up. “Mr. Kensington. Can I get you anything?”
>
> Cold. Professional. *Broken*.
>
> He grabbed the mic from the wedding singer before anyone could stop him.
>
> “This wedding… is canceled.”
>
> Gasps. Screams. His fiancée yelling, “Are you insane?!”
>
> He dropped to one knee — not for her.
>
> For *Lena*.
>
> “I spent five years searching. Five years thinking you hated me. But you were *here*? Working in silence?”
>
> Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I didn’t want your pity. I wanted you to be happy.”
>
> “I *wasn’t*,” he said, voice breaking. “Not a single day without you.”
>
> The crowd froze.
And then… she dropped the tray.
> Ran into his arms like time had never passed.
>
> 💬 Would you cancel your wedding for true love? Or is loyalty more important? Say YES or NO below!**
> 👇 Let’s see who believes in second chances…
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