Very early the next morning, the first golden rays of dawn barely kissed the windows when Aria’s husband, Daniel, slipped out of bed. His movements were quiet, almost cautious, as if trying not to stir the delicate peace wrapped around them in those silent hours. But his excitement spread through the air like a live wire, palpable, electric.
He entered his study with a bounce in his step, making soft sounds with his feet on the polished hardwood floor. The aroma of leather and old paper richly filled the room, grounding him. A sleek brown folder sat waiting on his desk, like a crown waiting to be claimed. Inside it was the document that would change everything—the transfer agreement he had obsessed over for weeks.
He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate. The pen was in his hand before his h
