POV: Adriana — Fifteen Years Later
Life had been good to Darius and me.
No—life had been more than good.
It had been kind.
It had been gentle.
It had been filled with laughter, warmth, noisy mornings, late night talks, and the kind of happiness I once believed only existed in books and movies
If someone had told the woman I used to be—the scared girl who signed a contract to survive—that this would be my life one day, I would have laughed at their faces.
Yet here I was.
A wife.
A mother.
And a happy one at that.
I woke up early that morning, as usual, but never before Darius. Some things never changed. No matter how many years passed, my husband still woke up earlier than me.
I got out of bed quietly, got ready and headed downstairs.
The house was already alive with soft soun
