AIDEN’s POV
I woke up to hair tangled on my face, the faint scent of lavender lingering in the air, warmth draped around my neck — squeezing it in the best way possible.
I leaned in, sinking into her skin.
I must have done something right in my past life. Or maybe not — because even if I’d done good from my first breath on earth, it still wouldn’t be enough to earn her.
My wife.
I reached forward, freezing when she stirred. Everything slipped into perfect chaos at that moment.
Soft violin filled the air as the band stepped in, serenading her. She deserved to wake up like this each day, reminded the world was the lucky one to have her.
It was never the other way around.
The maids followed, setting breakfast at the foot of the bed.
A gasp rippled through the room. My eyes wide
