Chapter 11 - The Italian Sanctuary
Six months after the trial concluded.
The sun shone brightly over the breathtaking cliffs of the Amalfi Coast in Italy, casting golden light over blooming white roses and clear blue waters.
Clare stood on the terrace of a private seaside villa, wearing a simple white sundress, her dark hair gently blowing in the Mediterranean breeze.
Vincent stepped out onto the terrace behind her, holding two glasses of chilled wine. He wrapped his arm securely around her waist, pulling her back against his broad chest.
"You look completely at peace, Clare," Vincent whispered into her ear.
"I am," Clare replied softly, resting her head against his shoulder. "For the first time in my life, I don't have to carry the weight of people who never truly loved me."
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Vincent set the glasses on the stone railing, turning Clare in his arms until she was looking directly into his clear eyes. He pulled a small velvet box from his jacket pocket and knelt down on one knee on the sunny terrace floor.
👉 Read PART 12 to hear Vincent’s proposal under the Mediterranean sun!
