Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 146

Chapter 146 – Honeymoon, Heartbreaks, and Hoaxes

Miexha’s Point of View

The morning after our second wedding felt like waking up inside a sun-kissed fairytale.

Except my thighs were staging a silent protest.

I cracked one eye open, sunlight painting golden streaks across the hotel suite. The soft hush of the city outside hummed like a lullaby, but the real view?

Jayson.

Tangled in white sheets, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, satisfied rhythm. Hair tousled like I’d run my fingers through it all night—which, of course, I had. His skin still glistened faintly from last night’s “senator-level” performance.

I stretched—then immediately regretted it.

“You’re thirty-six now, woman,” my body hissed.

His arm was heavy across my waist. I turned my face into the curve of his shoulder and whispered, “Are you awake?”

“Hmm… not really,” came his raspy, sleepy voice. “But if my beautiful wife wants to start round seven, I’m game.”

I snorted. “You already broke my hips. Give me three years to recover.”

“Three years? That’s too long, my dear.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and pulled me closer.

“Don’t move,” he murmured. “My wife is warm. And soft. And edible.”

“I am not breakfast.”

“You’re everything. Including my midnight snack.”

I smacked his chest. He just chuckled, eyes still closed but full of lazy adoration that made my chest ache in the best way.

Then he opened them and stared at me with that look—that overwhelming, ruin-me-softly look.

“I meant everything I said last night,” he whispered, brushing my hair behind my ear.
“If I had to live a thousand lives, I’d still choose this one. Even the messy parts. Even when I left. I’d still find my way back to you.”

“You better,” I whispered.

“In every timeline, Miexha. I’d always choose you. Always.”

Tears threatened again. Stupid hormones. Or maybe just… love.

“Do you ever wonder…” I asked, “what if all this is just a dream?”

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

“Then I never want to wake up.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“I have a husband who loves me like a madman. Five beautiful, chaotic children. A career I built with my own hands. The world heard my music, Jayson. I don’t know how this is real.”

He nodded, eyes full of wonder. “You lived your dream. Now we’re living mine.”

I blinked. “Your dream was five kids before forty?”

“Well… technically twelve princesses and one prince. But I’ll take this version.”

I laughed and wiped my eyes.

He kissed my knuckles gently.

“I love this version of us. Not perfect. But real. You, with your sleepy eyes and impossible deadlines. Me, with my weak resolve and stronger speeches.”

“You’re such a sap, Mayor Dom.”

“But I’m your sap. And I’d marry you again tomorrow if you let me.”