Aurora’s POV
The Honeymoon That Was Never Meant to Happen.
The zipper sang too loudly in the quiet bedroom.
I froze, my hand still on the suitcase, my heart racing like I’d been caught stealing my own future.
“Are we running away?” Zayne’s voice came from behind me, low and careful, the way it always got when he was afraid to hope.
I turned. He stood at the door, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, his eyes fixed on the two packed bags at my feet.
“No,” I said. Then I swallowed. “We’re finally going.”
His brows pulled together. “Going where?”
I took a breath that felt like jumping off a cliff. “Our honeymoon.”
For a second, he didn’t move. Hello, didn’t blink. And didn’t breathe.
“That was months ago, Aurora,” he said softly. “We missed it. Life happened. We happened.”
I stepped cl
