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Chapter 8 - THE SECRETS OF THE HEART (EPILOGUE)

Two years later.

The grand ballroom of the Harmon Estate was filled with music, laughter, and light.

It was Lily’s fifth birthday party, and the mansion was decorated with hundreds of yellow ducks, pastel balloons, and fresh lilies.

Rosa stood by the grand staircase, wearing a stunning white silk evening gown, a diamond wedding band glittering on her ring finger. She watched Ethan holding Lily on his shoulders so the five-year-old could place a star on top of a massive birthday ice sculpture.

“Higher, Daddy! Higher!” Lily giggled, her violet-tinted eyes sparkling with pure delight.

“You’re already higher than the whole house, princess!” Ethan laughed, holding her legs securely as he spun her around, making the entire room burst into applause.

Mr. Patel walked up beside Rosa, holding a silver tray with champagne glasses.

“A far cry from four years ago, wouldn't you say, Mrs. Harmon?” Mr. Patel asked with a warm, respectful smile.

Rosa smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Four years ago, I thought my life was over every single day, Mr. Patel. I was terrified of the future.”

“And now?”

“Now, I know that sometimes the worst storms lead you right to where you belong.”

Ethan walked over, setting Lily down to play with her friends. He wrapped his arm tightly around Rosa’s waist, pulling her close against his chest. He leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Have I told you today how beautiful my wife looks?” Ethan murmured playfully.

Rosa blushed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “You’ve told me three times already today, Mr. Harmon.”

“Then I’ll tell you a fourth time,” Ethan smiled, kissing her lips softly.

As the music played and their daughter’s laughter echoed through the high marble halls, the Greenwich mansion was no longer a cold museum guarded by secrets and fear. It was a home filled with warmth, love, and a bloodline built on truth.

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