The Wrong Woman

Candice's heart thudded in her ears, threatening to break free. Her big, doe-like eyes were fixed on Elio, her mind reeling. The thought of Elio proposing was irresistibly enticing and she was bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

Elio leaned forward, gracefully dropping to one knee while gently taking her hand. The gesture was so unexpected that Candice instinctively retreated, pressing herself against the couch as she stared at him in utter disbelief.

Down on one knee, Elio gripped her hand firmly. His eyes were earnest and intense as he looked up at her. In a voice that was both tender and urgent, he asked, "Candice, will you marry me?" Candice was stunned. The thought that Elio would propose solely for the sake of their child overwhelmed her with a mix of joy and concern. With a hesitant tone, she replied, "Our families won't agree to this." "As long as you say yes, I'll handle everything else," Elio stated.

Candice couldn't bear the thought of anything harming the child she was carrying. If their families could accept it, marrying the man she had secretly loved for so long seemed like a perfect solution.

She was aware that many couples started with arranged marriages and grew to love each other over time. She hoped that if she showed enough love and dedication after their marriage, perhaps Elio would love her in return.

Imagining a beautiful future together, she found herself nodding in agreement.

and his breath became unsteady. He sank onto the couch, pulling Candice into a tight hug that almost squeezed the air out of her. His enthusiasm caused her body

feel his ragged breathing against her ear, his voice strained and husky as he said," Thank you,

and father. I won't let you down. I'll do everything I can to give you the best and happiest

How would she tell her family? Would Elio end up regretting marrying

She asked softly, "Can

Elio loosened

intense warmth that she felt bashful. Gently taking her hand, he asked softly, "Where would you like our new home to be? Is there a particular area or house you have

have high levels of formaldehyde. I think staying

bubbling inside. "Alright, we'll make this our home. Is there anything you'd

gestured toward the dark curtains. "Could we replace these