Cloe looked up at Caesar, her eyes filled with a mix of hurt and confusion. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "I thought I was reborn? You gave me a new life?"
Caesar felt the weight of her words sink deep into his chest. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her as if to shield her from the doubts that had surfaced. "Yes, my love," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. "You are my Cloe. You always will be."
Cloe’s fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if afraid to let go. Her voice was soft, but the pain was clear. "Then why did you ask me such questions? Aren’t you happy with me? Do you regret marrying me?"
Caesar’s heart broke at the raw vulnerability in her voice. He lifted her face, his hands gentle as he looked into her eyes. "Cloe,
