I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction – On My First Night Back, My Mother Called Crying and Said, ‘Please Tell Me You Haven’t Found the Room Your Father Sealed Off’ – Full Article

Then one evening, about a month after the wedding, I came home from work and found rose petals scattered across the entryway floor.

At first I thought I’d entered the wrong house.

The trail led into the living room, where I stopped dead.

Roses were everywhere. On the table. Across the mantel. Around the windows. In the center of the room, a huge heart had been made from petals across the floor.

And standing in the middle of it all was Stan.

Only it barely looked like the Stan I knew.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that probably cost more than my car payment, and in his hand was a velvet ring box.

For a second, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating.

“Stan?” I managed. “What is this?”

He smiled, and my heart did something deeply inconvenient inside my chest.

“Miley,” he said, “you changed my life the moment you stopped for me. You saw me when no one else did. You gave me dignity when you thought I had nothing to offer you. And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you.”

I just stared.

“I know we’re already married on paper,” he continued, “but that isn’t enough for me anymore. I want you for real. I want a real marriage, a real life, a real future. Will you marry me again? This time because you want to?”