A year later, Elena walks down a flower-filled aisle toward the lighthouse. Alejandro waits with Sofía holding his hand. The town priest smiles. The sea breeze carries the words: “Por fin, para siempre.” (Finally, forever.)
Alejandro is no longer the reckless young heir she left at the altar. Now he’s a stoic, commanding businessman raising his orphaned niece, Sofía . He swore never to forgive Elena’s sudden departure, but seeing her walk into his office — confident, resilient, still smelling of jasmine — ignites a fury he mistakes for indifference. harlequin espaã±ol
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers, cupping her face. A year later, Elena walks down a flower-filled
