POV: Darius
The sun had just began to rise, but I was already awake. Normally, I would have gotten out of bed and headed to my study to go over some files or reports. But this morning felt different.
I couldn’t bring myself to leave the warmth beside me—the peaceful sound of her breathing, the way her fingers unconsciously curled against my chest like she belonged there. And she did belong there.
Adriana.
She looked so soft, so calm. It was strange seeing her like this after everything that had happened. She’d been through too much because of me. If I hadn’t hidden her from the world, if I’d just announced from the beginning who she was—my wife, made her identity known—none of this mess would have happened.
The guilt pressed heavily on my chest. I reached out and brushed a strand o
