Jerry pushed the door open to their penthouse, holding Mira's hand tightly, her jaw clenched with determination. The second they stepped in, both Mr. Kingston and Mr. Langford stood up from the couch. The air was thick with tension.
Jerry didn't let go of Mira. Instead, she pulled her closer, almost like a shield and a claim all at once.
"Fine," Jerry said, voice calm but cutting. "If you don't try to take my wife away again, then… we'll think about the child."
Mr. Kingston's stern face broke into a deep sigh as he stepped forward, placing a hand on Jerry's shoulder. His eyes softened as he looked between the two of them.
"Okay," he said quietly. "No one will take her from you. She's yours."
Jerry's arms tightened around Mira's waist at that, but Mr. Kingston added, "But until the wedding day—"
"No." Jerry's voice cut sharp again. She held Mira tighter, pressing her lips into Mira's temple. "We stay together.
Mr. Langford let out a soft chuckle at Jerry's stubborn protectiveness and nodded, his eyes flicking to Mira. "Then let us make this quick. We'll hold the wedding this weekend."
Mira's eyes widened. "This weekend?"
Mr. Langford smiled warmly. "Yes. We'll make it grand. Beautiful. Everything you deserve. But let me take Mira… just for four days."
Jerry's brows furrowed, arms still locked around Mira. "No."
Mr. Kingston stepped forward with a small smile. "Jerry… it's just four days. Let them do their tradition. You'll come and take her with you—forever."
Mira looked up at Jerry, her hand tightening gently around hers. "Jerry… it's just four days. Just this once. And then… I'm yours. No more rules, no more waiting."
Jerry looked down into Mira's eyes—her heart, her soul, her everything.
Then slowly, painfully, she nodded. "…Just four days."
Mira smiled and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to Jerry's lips. "Then I'll count every second till you come for me."
Jerry leaned into her, their foreheads resting together. "You better. Because the second I see you in white… I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
Mr. Langford chuckled behind them. "Deal."
Mr. Kingston clapped his hands. "Let's get the planning started."
But Jerry didn't move. Not yet.
She stayed there, holding Mira like she didn't care who watched. Like the world could wait.
Because love like this… couldn't be rushed, controlled, or separated.
Not even for four days.
The car door shut with a final thud that echoed in Jerry's chest like a heartbeat ripped in half.
Mira had kissed her one last time before getting in. A soft, trembling kiss. Jerry had whispered, "Don't smile too much without me," and Mira had whispered back, "I won't even breathe properly until you come."
Now the silence in the penthouse was loud.
Jerry stood frozen by the door, eyes locked on the spot where Mira had stood moments ago. Her fingers still tingled from Mira's grip.
"Four days," she muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair. "Just four damn days."
But the moment she turned toward their bedroom, the scent of Mira's perfume hit her like a wave.
Her towel still on the bed.
Her lip balm beside the mirror.
The mug she always used half-filled on the table.
Jerry walked over slowly, picked up the towel, and held it to her chest, eyes closing. Her mind flashed with all the moments—Mira riding her, giggling, moaning her name, their whispered promises after every climax, those slow kisses that made time irrelevant.
Four days suddenly felt like a lifetime.
Day One.
Jerry didn't go to work.
She lay on Mira's side of the bed, her shirt unbuttoned, just hugging Mira's pillow. Her assistant called. She ignored it. Her grandpa texted. She didn't reply.
All she did was replay voice notes Mira had sent her in the past.
Then she opened their honeymoon pictures. Her heart twisted.
She didn't cry.
She bit her lip so hard it almost bled.
Day Two.
She finally went to the gym. Punched the bag so hard her knuckles bruised.
She trained like she was preparing for a war. Because she was—against the emptiness inside her.
She came back. Opened Mira's drawer. Smelled her clothes.
One of Mira's lace panties sat at the edge.
Jerry groaned and slammed the drawer shut, face flushed. "This is torture…"
Day Three.
At night, she sat on the edge of the pool alone, shirtless, eyes on the water.
Mira video-called.
Mira: "Did you miss me?"
Jerry: "…No. I died."
Mira giggled. "Then come to heaven soon."
Jerry looked into the screen. "Don't look that cute. I swear I'll break into your house and steal you."
Mira laughed. "No. Just wait one more day."
Jerry whispered, "Then when I take you back… don't plan to walk for days."
Mira's cheeks flushed. "That's cheating."
Jerry smirked. "No. That's love."
Day Four.
Jerry stood outside Mira's family mansion in a tuxedo. Her jaw sharp, her hair slicked back, eyes burning.
The gate opened.
Mr. Langford smiled. "Go take your bride."
Jerry didn't wait.
She stormed in.
Inside the room,
Mira stood in her wedding dress, soft, glowing, divine.
The moment she saw Jerry—she gasped.
"You're early—"
Jerry walked straight up, cupped her face, kissed her forehead.
"Four days are up. I'm taking what's mine."
Mira melted. "Then hurry. Because I'm all yours."
Jerry grinned. "I hope you didn't plan on sleeping tonight."
Mira leaned in, whispering in her ear, "I didn't even sleep these past four days."
The laughter in the wedding hall echoed like knives against Jerry's spine.
She stood frozen by the entrance, the paper still crumpled in her fist. Her chest burned. Her lungs refused to breathe. And Mira… was gone.
Mr. Kingston's voice broke through the noise, soft but shaking, "So… now you see, my boy?"
Jerry turned to him slowly, eyes glassy but dry. No tears—just pain thick as blood.
"I saw everything," she whispered. "And I felt every damn second of it."
The old man sighed, placing a hand on her back. "What will you do now, Jerry? That paper... it still owns your future."
Jerry clenched her jaw, her voice trembling but fierce, "I don't care about papers. I care about her."
Then, like a storm, Jerry moved. Through the hall, past guests, ignoring stares. She walked straight to Mr. Langford, standing like a proud king surrounded by smiling guests.
"Oh—haha, Jerry, my child, come! Come celebrate—"
Jerry's voice sliced the air. "Mr. Langford. A moment. Please."
His smile faltered at her tone. But he followed her aside, near the tall glass doors overlooking the garden.
Jerry pulled the paper out. Her hand shook—just barely.
"You said… if Mira doesn't get pregnant in a year… I'll have to divorce her. Or she'll have to marry someone else."
Mr. Langford gave a solemn nod. "You know how important legacy is, Jerry."
Jerry looked down at the paper, her lips pressing into a hard line.
"And what about Mira's happiness?" she asked. "What about mine?"
"She'll understand—she's strong."
"She's broken!" Jerry snapped. "She told me to leave. She thinks she's saving me. And you—you made her feel like her love is a burden!"
Silence.
"I was going to walk out," Jerry whispered. "I almost did. I almost gave her what you wanted. I almost proved you right."
She looked up, eyes blazing.
"But I'm Jerry Kingston. And if there's one thing I know—it's that you don't give up on the person who chose to love you when you hated yourself."
Before Mr. Langford could speak, Jerry pulled out a pen.
She signed the paper.
Bold. Without hesitation.
Mr. Langford blinked, startled. "Y-You signed it?"
"I did," Jerry said. "But not because I agree. I signed it because I'm not afraid of any damn condition."
She pushed the paper into his chest.
"You want proof of love? You got it. But let me tell you this…"
She stepped closer, towering, intense.
"If you or anyone tries to separate me from my wife again, I won't be this civil."
She turned, storming out of the hall, fists clenched, heart pounding.
Meanwhile, Outside the Mansion…
Mira sat on the garden bench, trembling. Her wedding dress heavy, heart heavier.
She had just told the love of her life to leave her. Told her to forget her. Told her to find someone better.
Her body shook as sobs broke from her throat.
"I didn't mean it," she whispered. "I just… I wanted to protect you…"
Suddenly—
"MIRA!"
Jerry's voice tore through the silence like thunder.
Mira gasped, standing up, spinning around.
Jerry ran toward her, the signed paper still in her hand.
"You left me again," Jerry said, breathless. "But this time—I'm not letting you go."
Mira's eyes widened. "What… what are you—"
Jerry threw the paper at her feet.
"I signed it."
Mira's face crumbled. "Why would you—why would you do that—"
"Because I choose you!" Jerry shouted. "With or without kids. With or without conditions. I choose you. And if I have to fight your whole family, the whole damn world—I will."
Mira burst into tears, rushing forward, throwing herself into Jerry's arms.
Jerry caught her, hard, lifting her off the ground.
"Don't ever tell me to leave again," Jerry growled, voice thick. "You are mine. Not by contract. Not by law. By soul."
Mira clung to her. "I'm sorry—I just—I thought—"
"You thought wrong."
They kissed.
Hard. Desperate. Electric.
As Mr. Kingston and Mr. Langford watched from the window, neither said a word.
Because love—true, wild, raw love—had just won.