Lucian
We ate breakfast in silence.
It wasn’t uncomfortable—just heavy. Like both of us were waiting for the other to speak first.
“Mara,” I said eventually, gently.
She looked up from her plate, guarded.
“I want us to spend two weeks at the beach resort.”
Her eyes widened. “Me?” she asked, confusion flickering across her face.
“Yes, you.”
She stared at me for a long moment, like she wasn’t sure if I was serious.
I reached for her hand, and she didn’t pull away—at first.
“I want to try, Mara. Really try,” I said, voice low.
That’s when she jerked her hand back.
“I’m not a fool, Lucian,” she snapped, and her voice cracked at the edges. I could hear the hurt underneath.
“I’m not with Tina,” I said quickly. “I broke up with her a week before our wedding. Those videos were old. Sh
