After last night, Aaron seemed to have turned back into the loving husband she remembered. He even waited for her to wake up in the morning so they could have breakfast together.
When Emily came down in her pajamas, Aaron was already seated at the dining table with his tablet. The moment he saw her, he put everything down, walked over, took her hand, and sweetly pulled out a chair for her.
"You look like you slept well," he said, kissing her on the cheek.
Emily nodded lightly, murmuring, "Not bad." Her mind was still a little foggy—she only remembered how, right after telling him to go shower last night, she quickly picked up the papers off the floor.
Now, it felt like everything could finally end.
Aaron sat beside her and began serving her food. “That house you mentioned yesterday —
