He Proposed Again, I Introduced My Husband.

The flashbulbs were blinding, the “Rising Critic” statuette heavy and cold in my grasp.

Outside the hotel, amidst the swarm of photographers, a familiar figure pushed through and knelt before me.

Jake Brown, my ex-fiancé, held open a velvet box, a diamond winking under the harsh lights.

“Emily,” he rasped, a sound I once knew intimately, “Marry me. Again.”

His family materialized behind him, beaming, a well-rehearsed chorus expecting my tears and a trembling, “Yes, oh, yes!”