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“I’m remarrying,” Sebastian announced, his voice flat and unyielding. “I won’t say it again, and I don’t need your permission.” He set his…

coffee cup down with a sharp clink against the marble tabletop, pushing away the untouched breakfast plate. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the pristine white surface. Aurora stood frozen by the dining table, still clutching the spatula in her trembling fingers. She forced herself to remain still, to keep her expression neutral. Her head bowed slightly, as if absorbing the weight of his words—each one settling into her chest like shards of glass. “With Victoria?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Sebastian didn’t look at her. He drew in a shallow breath and answered coldly, “Who else would it be?” Her husband, Sebastian Blackwood, had never loved her. His heart had always belonged to Victoria Sterling. Their marriage was merely an obstacle in his grand love story. But what could Aurora do? The woman who had orchestrated their union hn her nothing but kindness. Elara Blackwood—Sebastian’s grandmother. Aurora had never wanted this marriage. All she had ever wanted was a proper farewell for her mother. Everything that followed felt like an inescapable fate she had resigned herself to. She had surrendered, despite the grief that gnawed at her daily since her mother’s passing. But Elara refused to let things end there. She insisted that her beloved grandson, Sebastian—the man responsible for her mother’s death—marry Aurora as a form of restitution. Elara saw Aurora as a lonely girl with no one else to turn to. Sebastian had only agreed because he was trapped by his grandmother’s wishes. He had no choice but to comply. But now, with Elara Blackwood gone—taken by illness just two weeks prior—Sebastian finally saw a way out of a marriage he had never wanted. There was no reason to stay any longer. Not now. A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved Aurora’s lips—not one of happiness, but of bitter acceptance. She switched off the stove and gently laid the spatula down. Closing her eyes tightly, she fought to contain the storm raging inside her chest. “I won’t stand in your way,” she said softly at last, her voice barely carrying across the spacious room. “We both know I never truly belonged in your heart.” Sebastian remained silent. He neither denied nor corrected her. Yet, a flicker of unease flashed in his eyes as Aurora moved slowly toward him. For a brief moment, he wondered if she might break down, plead, or show just enough sorrow to stir his conscience. But she did none of those things. Aurora stood tall, her hands clenched lightly at the sides of her simple dress. Her long black hair cascaded freely down her back, a quiet contrast to the steady strength in her stance. Her warm, light brown eyes fixed on him—blank, unreadable—looking at the man who had always been a stranger under the same roof. Aurora was beautiful in her own subtle way. But that beauty had never awakened anything in Sebastian. To him, she was merely an intrusion—an outsider forced into his life. And now that he had the chance to remove her, Sebastian intended to do just that. “Give me one month of your time,” Aurora said calmly. “Just one month… Let me be your wife for real.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?” “I’ll leave, just as you want. After you say your wedding vows to the woman you love.” Each word she spoke stabbed at her heart, the pain raw and sharp. “You can divorce me, and I promise—I’ll vanish from your life for good. But before that, let me experience what it truly feels like to be a wife. Not just some stranger living under your roof.” Silence hung heavily between them. Then, Sebastian let out a dismissive laugh, wiping the corner of his eye as if amused by the absurdity of her request. What on earth was she thinking? One month? The idea was ridiculous. He took a step closer, closing the gap between them. His eyes scanned her face, searching for some hidden motive. Maybe, as his grandmother had suspected all along, Aurora was after the wealth tied to his name. Who didn’t know Sebastian Blackwood? CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, one of the most powerful young businessmen in Havenwood City. People vied for his attention, especially women hungry for his favor. But Sebastian loved only one woman—and it wasn’t his wife. It was Victoria Sterling, a rising supermodel whose name was lighting up the fashion world. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice cold and laced with disbelief. “This isn’t some cheap soap opera, Aurora.” She gave a small nod. “I’m not asking for your love. Who am I to ask for that?” she said with a bitter laugh. “All I want is to be treated properly—as your wife. Have dinner with me. Talk to me for a few minutes every day. Show me a little affection, even if it’s fake.” She swallowed hard, her fists clenched to steady herself. “After that, I’ll walk away quietly. You’ll be free to marry whoever you want.” Sebastian squinted, unsure whether to laugh harder or feel annoyed. Yet beneath his skepticism, something in her words struck a chord. A simple request—so painfully simple—that it sparked a flicker of curiosity. What was Aurora’s true aim? “Why not ask for something more reasonable?” he challenged. Aurora fell silent. It was hard to look away when those piercing midnight eyes held hers, silently demanding she not break eye contact until he’d heard everything. “If it’s money you want, just say it. I’ll give it to you.” “No,” she said firmly, without hesitation. Her decision was made. There was no turning back. “You really don’t know how to give up, do you?” Sebastian sneered. “I already have, Sebastian,” Aurora replied softly. “But I want just one memory to hold onto for the rest of my life—before I walk away from you forever.” Neither spoke after that. This time, Sebastian’s gaze softened slightly. He looked at the woman before him with a mixture of emotions—was it confusion? Annoyance? Or perhaps… curiosity? “I’m not promising to be kind,” he finally said. “I never expected you to change,” Aurora answered, her calmness more shattering than any tears could have been. And with those words, an unspoken agreement was forged. One month. Thirty days for Aurora to live as the wife of Sebastian Blackwood. A reality that should have existed from the day they were wed. But to Sebastian, she had always been nothing more than an unwelcome intruder. Now, before it all ended, Aurora could at least be grateful that Sebastian hadn’t outright rejected her request. “Only one month, Aurora,” Sebastian warned. “After that, you vanish from my life.” “I understand exactly what I’m asking for, Sebastian. You don’t need to worry.” He scoffed, a curl of disdain tugging at his lips. “And if you expect more than I’m willing to give, I won’t hesitate to throw you out.” Aurora nodded quietly. “Don’t you dare break your promise, Aurora.” His gaze sharpened again, cold and piercing. “If you do, don’t blame me for destroying your life.” Chapter 2 The stillness of the rear garden was ripped apart by a voice sharp enough to draw blood. “Have you completely lost your mind?” Genevieve Blackwood—known to everyone as Gen—snapped, her tone lacerating the mild spring air. Her flawlessly polished fingernails bit into Aurora’s shoulder with brutal force, making the slender young woman stumble. The lightweight plastic watering can she had been using to nurture the white roses slipped from her fingers, hit the uneven stone path, and shattered with an ugly crack. Aurora didn’t flinch away. She winced briefly at the sudden, stinging pain, then quickly composed herself. Her pale blue housedress fluttered in the soft breeze, accentuating her delicate frame, yet her eyes stayed calm and steady as they met her mother-in-law’s blazing glare. Her hands remained clasped quietly in front of her. “How dare you make such a brazen request?” Gen’s voice climbed, saturated with rage. Her eyes burned with contempt. “You are fully aware that my son is about to marry Victoria. You know that perfectly well—and still, you have the nerve to beg for Sebastian’s attention?” Aurora’s lips curled into a faint, almost sorrowful smile. She was about to speak, but Gen cut her off, unwilling to hear a single syllable. “You look like some pathetic, desperate beggar,” Gen spat. Aurora offered a small, gentle smile in return—one that seemed to radiate a sliver of warmth in the midst of the fury. “I’m not asking for Sebastian’s love, Mrs. Blackwood,” she said quietly, her voice steady but edged with quiet dignity. “All I asked for was his time. Just thirty days of his time.” Gen stepped forward, her designer heel grinding into the broken plastic with a sharp, splintering crunch. “And what exactly do you think you can accomplish in thirty days, hmm? You believe you can make Sebastian fall for you? That will never happen. Make no mistake, Aurora. Sebastian loves Victoria. He always has, and he always will. You’re nothing but an obstacle to their happiness.” A slow breath escaped Aurora’s lips as she lowered her head for a moment, struggling to calm the turmoil swirling inside her. Then, lifting her gaze, she met Gen’s eyes with unwavering calm, now infused with quiet strength. “I never intended to stand in anyone’s way,” she said softly. “But I am not someone to be simply discarded, either. I have been Sebastian’s wife for nearly a year, even if no one has ever acknowledged it. I only want to end this marriage… peacefully.” Gen’s scoff was sharp and mocking, her cheeks flushing with anger. “End your marriage peacefully? You’ve clearly lost your mind, Aurora.” Though the words stung, Aurora’s resolve remained unbroken. From the very beginning, she had never been welcomed in this house. The only person who had ever shown her kindness was Elara—the warm-hearted older woman who treated her like family. How could Aurora not love Elara? She had become like a mother to her, a comforting presence filling the void left by the mother she had lost. Elara was the grandmother Aurora never had—the only light that gave her the strength to endure the cold, unwelcoming atmosphere of the Blackwood household. Everyone else? They regarded her with nothing but contempt, mockery, and loathing. As if she were a scheming intruder bent on ruining everything. As if she harbored secret, cunning intentions. Yet, not once—not even once—had Aurora ever considered using her situation to her advantage. If she could wish for anything, it would be a quiet life with her late mother, far removed from this grand, glittering house. She had never wanted to live here—not if it meant sacrificing her dignity. “You’ve already made a mess of everything, Aurora. And now? Now you’re making it worse?” Gen’s voice cracked with rage. “Victoria has been preparing everything—her dream wedding, the family gathering, every important guest. And now, because of some ‘final request’ from a nameless, orphaned girl, it’s all been postponed!” Aurora lowered her head, biting her lower lip to hold back the ache threatening to spill out. When she finally spoke, her voice was clear and steady. “Yes, I am nothing more than a girl with nothing—no wealth, no power, no name. But I still have my dignity, Mrs. Blackwood. And all I want is to hold on to that.” Gen sneered, disbelief etched across her face as she looked at her daughter-in-law. She simply couldn’t understand how Aurora’s mind worked. “You can keep your dignity, Aurora. But at the very least, you should know your place in this house.” “I am fully aware of that, Mrs. Blackwood,” Aurora replied calmly. Gen opened her mouth to retort, but the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her. Sebastian appeared from behind the glass doors of the house, his suit still impeccably tailored despite the weariness etched on his face after a long day. He glanced briefly between the two women before speaking with a flat tone, “Is there a problem?” Gen turned to him with a dramatic sigh. “Of course, there’s a problem. Your precious wife is trying to sabotage your wedding with Victoria. She made an absurd request, and you—” she jabbed a manicured finger at him “—you agreed to it? I honestly don’t understand what you were thinking, Sebastian!” Sebastian didn’t respond immediately. His eyes locked onto Aurora’s. She said nothing, but he knew she wouldn’t deny it. Unlike the others in this house, she didn’t hide behind masks or false pretenses. “She only asked for my time, Mother. Just one month,” Sebastian said finally. “And I agreed. I’ve already spoken to Victoria and explained everything. She’s willing to give me that time. Our love has withstood the test of time, Mother. It’s been a year since I married Aurora, and Victoria still waited for me. She didn’t mind giving me thirty more days.” Gen could hardly believe what she was hearing. Overwhelmed with frustration, she buried her face in her hands. But there was nothing more she could do. She had no choice but to accept her son’s decision. “Just make sure this shameless woman is out of the Blackwood family’s life when the month is over, Sebastian. I don’t want my beloved daughter-in-law waiting any longer.” “Yes,” Sebastian replied curtly. Aurora, who had been standing quietly between them, spoke again. “I know exactly where I stand. And I will leave once my time is up. But for now… I just want to spend what’s left in peace. That’s all I ask.” Gen hissed under her breath, then turned sharply away. “I will never see you as part of this family,” she spat before disappearing down the hallway, her footsteps sharp and swift—like every cutting word she had just thrown. Aurora released a long breath once Gen’s figure vanished from sight. Her hands trembled slightly, but she hid them beneath the folds of her dress. Only one person remained, standing silently, watching her with the same cold stare—as if she were nothing more than a discarded object. “I didn’t realize my wife was so stubborn,” Sebastian mocked, his tone laced with disdain. “Do you want to be my wife that badly?” He scoffed. “Do you regret agreeing to my request?” Aurora asked softly, her eyes gentle yet clouded with pain and disappointment. Sebastian held her gaze for a moment before shaking his head. “No. But I still think it’s ridiculous.” “That’s fine,” Aurora said, forcing a smile that barely reached her eyes. “What matters is… I won’t regret it.” For a moment, only the soft whisper of the breeze filled the space between them. Sebastian turned his face away, though his eyes lingered on her flushed cheeks—glowing under the afternoon sun, or perhaps from the tears she refused to shed. Without another word, he began to walk away. But just before disappearing through the doorway, he called back over his shoulder. “If you’re this insistent… does that mean you’re ready to share my bed tonight, Aurora? Isn’t that what you wanted—to become my wife in every sense of the word?” Aurora blinked, stunned. After all, she was the one who had made that request—asking to truly be his wife. Which meant… he had the right to touch her. Anytime. For the next thirty days. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Yes,” she answered firmly. She couldn’t back down now, could she? Even if the very thought made her body tremble with fear. But Sebastian’s response was as cold and unyielding as ever. “Too bad… I’m not interested.” “But you already made a promise, Sebastian,” Aurora said, her voice steady, stripped of any shame. She had nothing left to lose—not even her pride. Sebastian laughed, but there was no warmth in the sound. “You’re really clinging to that, huh?” He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tell me, Aurora. Do you want to be my wife that badly?” She instinctively took a step back. “It’s not like that—” “Oh? Then what is it?” he snapped. “You begged for this. You practically signed yourself up to be mine—for a month.” His voice dropped to a dangerously calm whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her chin—not harshly, but not tenderly either—just enough to lift her gaze. “Tomorrow night,” he said, his eyes locked on hers, “I’ll come home not as the man you married on paper—but as the husband you insisted I become.” Aurora’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, but she did not look away. “I hope you’re ready,” Sebastian added, pulling back just slightly. “Because I won’t stop to ask if you’ve changed your mind.” Chapter 3 To claim Aurora wasn’t hurt would be a lie. To say she felt no sadness or disappointment would be the purest hypocrisy. But what real power did she have to change the events swirling around her? Even the man she had once trusted with everything—the one she believed would never break her—had become the very first to shatter her heart into a thousand pieces. Aurora was far from naive. She saw it all clearly—how Sebastian made no effort to hide his relationship with his lover. Yet, when his grandmother was present, he slipped on the perfect mask of a caring, devoted husband with practiced ease. “God,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut as the darkness of the night wrapped around her. Tomorrow would come—another day she’d have to endure. “Please, have mercy on me. Just a little kindness, Lord. I beg you… grant me this one small favor.” When Aurora had shared her wish with Sebastian, she’d never truly believed he would agree. That was exactly why she couldn’t afford to waste this—perhaps her only—chance. A child. Aurora yearned for a child. A companion to walk beside her in the years ahead. Someone she could love with all her heart. Someone who would call her “Mama”—even if that were the only tender word she might ever hear spoken to her in this lifetime. And deep down, she understood… this might be her one and only opportunity. She had no one else left in this world. She wouldn’t ask for anything more from Sebastian. In fact, she had already decided to disappear quietly afterward—to live far away with her child, in a place Sebastian would never find. Because by then, he would undoubtedly be busy building his perfect life with the woman he truly loved. That was her secret hope. No matter how many might call it foolish or crazy, she held onto it. With every ounce of her being, she prayed that God would show mercy. That her wish would come true. And so, that very morning, Aurora stood before the tall mirror in her private room. Her slender fingers smoothed the soft fringe of her freshly trimmed bangs. Hesitant, yet determined, she smiled at her own reflection. Her makeup was understated—not heavy, but enough to highlight a beauty she rarely allowed herself to reveal. Today, she wanted to look beautiful. She wore a simple cream-colored dress that gently hugged her slim, graceful figure. A soft smile touched her lips as her hand brushed over the smooth fabric. This morning, she planned to prepare a special breakfast for Sebastian. “I’m ready,” she murmured to herself. “If only Sebastian would come into the kitchen and hold me—” She stopped, her cheeks flushing with warmth. Images from the romance novels she used to devour flickered through her mind—vivid scenes of husband and wife wrapped in affection, their love igniting passion in every corner of the house. “How naive can you be, Aurora?” she scolded herself quietly. “Sebastian would never do anything like that.” Yet… isn’t hope often found perched just beyond the edge of the impossible? That fragile hope was cruelly shattered the moment the doorbell rang downstairs—followed by the unmistakable click of high heels and a sharp, mocking laugh. “Who could that be?” Aurora wondered as she slowly descended the stairs. The gentle smile she had practiced before the mirror began to fade, replaced by a calm but guarded expression. In the living room, a woman sat with an air of absolute confidence. She wore a striking burgundy jumpsuit paired with gleaming high heels. Victoria Sterling. Arrogant. Stunning. Fully aware of the power her presence commanded. Her face was exactly as it appeared on television screens and countless advertisements. Aurora had to admit—Victoria looked every bit the goddess who had descended from the heavens. Unfortunately, her smile and manners told a very different story. Especially when aimed at Aurora. “Oh?” Victoria turned, her eyes sweeping over Aurora from head to toe. A smirk curved her lips, dripping with disdain. “So, you do know how to dress up, after all.” Aurora remained composed. “Is there something I can help you with, Miss Victoria?” “Oh, straight to the point, huh?” Victoria rose gracefully, lightly tapping her designer bag resting on her lap. “Aren’t you going to offer me something? A drink, perhaps?” With practiced ease, she tossed her long hair over one shoulder. “I would think you’d at least know your place. In this house, you’re the one who should be serving guests. Your face certainly fits the role, Aurora.” Aurora chose to smile, though inside, her heart tightened. “I’m not here for idle chatter,” Victoria sneered. “I just stopped by to see for myself what my fiancé is doing with a woman who clearly doesn’t know her place. I thought you were bluffing when you asked Sebastian for time, but now I see—you’ve truly lost your mind.” “I’m still capable of thinking clearly, Miss Victoria,” Aurora replied evenly. Victoria let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Clear-headed? Dressed like this? Hoping to seduce Sebastian?” She stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re nothing but a cheap woman!” Before Victoria could reach for her dress, Aurora acted swiftly. Her hand shot out, gripping Victoria’s wrist firmly—just enough to halt her. “I don’t care what you think of me, Miss Victoria. But as of now, I am still Sebastian Blackwood’s wife.” Her gaze held steady. Her grip remained firm. “Watch your boundaries, you bitch!” Victoria snarled, but then laughter bubbled up—quiet at first, then sharp and brittle, like glass shattering. “Oh, sweetheart… that title—‘Sebastian Blackwood’s wife’—exists only on paper. Everyone knows that.” “And everyone also knows your wedding hasn’t happened yet,” Aurora responded softly, but with clear conviction. “So until that day arrives, I remain his wife. And I intend to fulfill that role properly, Miss Victoria.” Victoria narrowed her eyes. “You really think you can touch him? That you can make him sleep with you? You’re pathetic.” “I’m not expecting anything,” Aurora said, lifting her chin slightly. “You don’t need to feel threatened by all this, do you? After all, hasn’t it already been decided who the real winner is?” She released her hold and stepped back, unwilling to touch the woman Sebastian truly loved any longer than necessary. If it weren’t for the sheer strength of her resolve, Aurora might have broken down in tears simply from facing Victoria this morning. Victoria massaged the wrist Aurora had held. That damn woman! How dare she? She wouldn’t let this go. Aurora would pay—every bit. “You know, Aurora, I’ve always wondered…” Victoria said slowly, her words cutting like knives, “why Sebastian ever agreed to marry you. You’re nobody. No prestigious background, no powerful connections, not even a name worth mentioning.” If those words had come from Genevieve Blackwood, her mother-in-law, Aurora might have accepted them with some grace. But coming from Victoria—an outsider who, unfortunately, was regarded like family within the Blackwood circle—they stung deeper than ever. Victoria could say anything to Aurora, and no one would stop her. Aurora said nothing, standing with forced calm. She knew Victoria was probing, searching for any weakness to exploit. And God, how hard she fought to keep the tears at bay. “I used to think Sebastian married you out of pity. But now, I think… maybe he’s finally realized just how greedy you really are. You act quiet, pretend to be innocent—but behind that false purity, you’re sly, aren’t you?” “That’s enough, Miss Victoria,” Aurora said quietly. “If you came here just to insult me, I won’t waste my time. I have no intention of humiliating anyone.” “Humiliate?” Victoria scoffed, her laugh dripping with mockery. “Sweetheart, you’ve already humiliated yourself just by dressing like that. What were you thinking? That Sebastian would see you and suddenly fall in love? That he’d leave me for you?” “I never expected that,” Aurora replied calmly, her voice steady. “I’m simply fulfilling my role, because that’s all I can do right now.” “Fulfilling your role?” Victoria sneered. “You sound like a grieving widow. It’s tragic, really. But even more pitiful since your husband is very much alive… and in love with someone else.” Aurora bit her lower lip slowly. She lowered her head and took a deep breath. She would not cry—not here, not now, not in front of Victoria. But before she could say another word, footsteps echoed from upstairs. Sebastian. He had just emerged from his room, dressed casually in a gray shirt and tailored pants. Though his appearance was relaxed, the sharpness in his eyes immediately caught the tense scene unfolding below—Victoria standing far too close to Aurora, whose face had gone pale as if she were holding back something painful. Before he could speak, another voice cut through the thick atmosphere. “What’s going on here? Why all this noise so early in the morning?” Genevieve Blackwood’s sharp tone filled the room as she descended the stairs, flanked by her two daughters—Vivienne and Celeste—both wearing expressions of disdain that mirrored their mother’s. Victoria wasted no time slipping into her self-appointed role. “Aunt Genevieve… I just came to express my concern. Look at her—Aurora, dressed like this just to grab Sebastian’s attention. I’m worried… she’s forgetting her place.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Genevieve eyed Aurora critically from head to toe. “What are you thinking, wearing something like that, Aurora? Where’s your sense of decency?” “I haven’t done anything inappropriate by wearing this. I’m used to dressing like this at home,” Aurora answered softly, striving to remain polite despite the hostility. Vivienne let out a mocking giggle. “Goodness, you’ve only lived in this house a year and already you act like you own the place?” Celeste joined in, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “This woman is getting bolder by the day!” she snapped, shoving Aurora’s shoulder hard enough to make her stumble, nearly losing her balance. “Wake up, Aurora! You don’t belong here! You’re completely out of line!” “Enough!” Sebastian’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding, causing everyone to turn toward him. “Sebastian, you’re not planning to defend her, are you?” Vivienne asked, shocked. He sighed deeply, clearly exhausted. “I’m not defending anyone. I just want this morning to pass without any theatrics. I already have enough on my plate with work.” Victoria pouted, lips curving into a sulky expression. “I’ll take that as a defense for her, darling.” Sebastian exhaled softly. “That could never happen.” He stepped closer to Victoria, gently brushing her flowing hair back with his hand, completely ignoring the sadness clouding Aurora’s gaze just a few feet away. Did Sebastian care? Not in the slightest. “I’m asking all of you to end this argument. I need peace and quiet.” His tone was flat, emotionless, but firm enough to silence the room. Genevieve scoffed in irritation. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine. I’ll have breakfast elsewhere.” Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away, followed closely by Vivienne and Celeste—both still casting scornful looks at Aurora as they passed. Victoria remained, glaring at Aurora with barely concealed rage before finally storming off, her footsteps sharp and irritated. Once the four had vanished from the living room, silence settled like a heavy blanket. Sebastian rubbed his face slowly, looking utterly drained. “Whatever’s going on between you all, don’t make it my problem this morning.” Aurora, who had stood quietly despite the turmoil tearing at her heart, finally summoned the courage to meet her husband’s gaze. Her voice was soft but steady. “Then please let me prepare your breakfast. It’ll only take five minutes. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Sebastian didn’t answer right away. He studied her expression, unreadable. After a moment, he gave a brief nod. “Fine. Just don’t waste my time.” Aurora nodded slightly in return and quietly turned toward the kitchen. Five minutes later, she reappeared carrying a tray neatly arranged with toast, a sunny-side-up egg, and a steaming cup of coffee—even the napkin was folded with care. Sebastian was already seated at the dining table, scrolling through documents on his tablet. “Here,” Aurora said softly, setting the tray down in front of him. “I know it’s simple, but… I hope it helps you start your day right.” Sebastian glanced at the food briefly, then began eating without a word. Aurora pulled out a chair and sat across from him, folding her hands in her lap. Her lips parted hesitantly, then she spoke. “You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you?” she asked gently. “I just wanted to remind you.” Sebastian set down his fork and knife, meeting her gaze with a neutral expression. “No.” Aurora gave a small nod. “Then I’ll do my part as your wife—as I should. I’ll prepare your breakfast, make sure you don’t forget any important documents for work,” she said with a faint smile, “and everything else a married couple might normally do.” Sebastian sighed, massaging his temples briefly. “I don’t want any unnecessary drama. You know the limits, Aurora. Don’t make me regret agreeing to this.” “I won’t make you regret it,” Aurora replied, steadying herself. Her brown eyes locked onto his without hesitation. “Just one thing this morning… I only want to ask for one thing.” Sebastian returned her gaze, his expression indifferent. “What is it?” “Could you give me… a morning kiss?” Click To Read On❤️

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