Revenge With My Undercover Cop Hubby novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 A Proposal

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, and Kelly awoke to an empty room. Zev, the one who was always close, even in sleep, was nowhere to be found.

She sat up, blinking in confusion. Her mind raced, wondering where he had gone. It felt strange–his absence left an unexpected gap in the space.

With a groan, she stretched and glanced out the window. The rain had stopped, and the sky was clear. Despite the storm that had raged through the night, she had slept better than she’d expected.

Back in Solmaris, rain had become a rare blessing, a soothing background hum that often eased her to sleep.

But it wasn’t just the rain she missed. It was Zev’s presence, too.

Over the years, she had grown so accustomed to him being near.

It had become second nature, a quiet comfort that she hadn’t even realized until now.

“Zev?” she called, her voice barely above a whisper.

She swung her legs out of bed and stood, stretching before walking to the living room. Maybe he was in the bathroom–after all, a man with a broken leg couldn’t get very far.

But the bathroom was empty.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a knot formed in her stomach.

Something was off.

“Zev?” she called again, her voice shaky.

She searched the small apartment, looking in the kitchen, checking every corner.

Still, no sign of him.

Even his crutches, usually propped up by the door, were gone.

Zev had left.

“Zev!” she shouted in panic, rushing to the door.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw him. Zev, leaning on his crutches, holding a shopping bag in his mouth. Inside the bag were flowers–her favorite white tulips–and an official document.

Kelly froze in the doorway, her breath catching in her chest. Her heart raced as a mixture of worry and irritation surged through her. Her eyes stung with the beginnings of tears.

She was angry–angry that he had gone out when he shouldn’t have. But there was something almost absurd about the sight of him, and it made her want to laugh despite herself. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asked, her voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

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Chapter 127 A Proposal

As he spoke, the flowers and booklet slipped from his hands and tumbled to the floor.

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At first, Kelly hadn’t meant to cry–she had been worried, and her eyes had grown red from the anxiety. But now, the tears came anyway, uncontrollable. She laughed softly, wiping her eyes, even as the tears continued.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked again, bending down to pick up the flowers.

“How did you know I love these?” she murmured, her voice soft and full of surprise as she glanced at him without meeting his eyes.

Zev leaned against the wall, using his good leg for support. A proud grin spread across his face. “You underestimate me. We’ve been through five years together. You really think I wouldn’t notice something like

this?”

Kelly had come to love white tulips during her time in Solmaris.

Flowers weren’t common there, not something people needed, but every now and then, an especially rare bouquet would find its way into Lucas‘ jurisdiction. Zev always managed to get one and bring it to her.

Kelly wasn’t the type to speak much. Her voice was often quiet, and her eyes would become distant, as if she were stuck in a fog. Yet whenever Zev brought her flowers, even the smallest ones, she would show a spark- especially when they were white tulips.

“My mom liked white tulips,” Kelly said softly, her eyes meeting his. “I do too. Thank you.”

Five years with Eric, and all he knew was that Kelly liked flowers, but he had never bothered to ask which kinds.

Zev leaned back, slightly awkward now. “Then… when we visit your parents‘ graves, I’ll buy you a whole bunch. I’ll make sure it’s a good one.” He pulled a small box from his pocket. “I didn’t have time to get these custom–made, so … don’t be mad, okay?”

He opened the box and held it out to her.

Inside were two simple wedding bands–unadorned, plain, no flashy embellishments. Still, they felt pure and honest, their simplicity holding meaning far beyond any ornamentation.

Kelly stared at them, her gaze lingering on the rings.

When Eric had proposed, it was with a diamond ring, a ring that still sat untouched at home.

She had left it behind during a mission, keeping it safe, away from harm. It was too precious to risk losing.

But when she returned, five years later, nothing was the same. Her home was now shared by Eric and Regina, and all her belongings had been thrown carelessly into the basement.

Kelly had gone down to look. It was a mess. Her things were stacked haphazardly, with no care for their worth. The diamond ring was gone–discarded, lost in the clutter.