Years later…
The city was the same.
Still loud.
Still alive.
But for Alexander Knight—
Everything had changed.
"Daddy!"
A small voice echoed through the house.
Alexander looked up from his laptop just in time to see a tiny figure running toward him.
His lips curved instantly.
"Hey… slow down," he said, opening his arms.
She didn't slow down.
She jumped straight into him.
He caught her effortlessly, lifting her into his arms.
"Got you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
"You promised to play with me!" she complained, pouting slightly.
Alexander chuckled softly.
"Did I?"
"Yes!" she insisted.
Before he could respond—
"And you promised to finish your work before playing," another voice added.
Isabella.
She walked into the room, arms crossed lightly—but her eyes soft.
Alexander looked at her—
And for a moment, everything else faded.
Even after all these years…
She still had that effect on him.
"You're teaming up against me now?" he asked.
Their daughter giggled.
"Yes!"
Isabella shook her head, smiling.
"Put her down. Dinner is almost ready."
"Nooo!" their daughter protested, wrapping her arms tighter around Alexander's neck.
"She stays," he said calmly.
Isabella raised a brow.
"Alexander…"
"She stays," he repeated, this time with a smirk.
Their daughter laughed loudly.
"Daddy wins!"
Isabella sighed dramatically.
"Both of you are impossible."
But she was smiling.
Later that night—
The house was quiet.
Their daughter was asleep.
Alexander stepped into the bedroom, loosening his tie.
Isabella was already there, sitting by the bed.
For a moment—
They just looked at each other.
Years had passed.
But nothing between them had faded.
If anything—
It had grown stronger.
"She's just like you," Isabella said softly.
"That's dangerous," Alexander replied.
She smiled.
"She's stubborn."
"And you're not?" he teased.
She rolled her eyes slightly.
Silence followed.
But it wasn't empty.
It was… peaceful.
Alexander walked closer.
Slowly.
"Do you ever regret it?" he asked quietly.
Isabella frowned slightly.
"Regret what?"
"Everything," he said.
"Us. The chaos. The risks."
She stood up.
Closing the distance between them.
"No."
Her answer was immediate.
Certain.
"Never."
His hand moved to her waist.
Pulling her closer.
"Good," he murmured.
She smiled softly.
"Because I'd choose you again."
His eyes softened.
And then—
He kissed her.
Not rushed.
Not intense.
Just… real.
A love that had survived everything.
A love that built a family.
And a future.
But outside—
Beyond their perfect world—
Something was still waiting.
Watching.
Because some stories…
Never truly end.