Amelia
The morning started off like any other—except for one glaring difference. Ethan was still here.
Normally, he left early for work, barely lingering long enough for a polite nod in my direction. But today, he sat at the breakfast table, his expression unreadable as he sipped his coffee. It wasn’t until Eleanor set down her teacup with a pleased sigh that I realized why.
“I’ve arranged something special for you two,” she said, her voice carrying that familiar air of excitement that immediately put me on edge.
I froze mid-bite. Across from me, Ethan barely reacted, his posture as composed as ever.
“Special?” I repeated carefully.
“Yes. A lovely dinner, just the two of you. I thought it was time you had a proper evening together as husband and wife.”
The fork nearly slipped from m
