Edward pov.
Overwhelmed by a sense of impending insanity, I struggled to maintain my composure. My footsteps echoed through the echoing corridors of the castle as I made my way to our bedroom, where Lydia sat on the bed, savoring her morning meal. The moment her eyes met mine, a veil of bewilderment draped across her features.
"Are you alright, my love? You never returned last night," she inquired, concern etched in her voice.
Reluctant to reveal the truth, I approached the bed, gently planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I'm so sorry, my dearest. I should have informed you; please find it in your heart to forgive me."
Instead of disclosing my regrettable actions, I chose to obscure the truth. I couldn't bring myself to admit that I had ventured to a bar, indulged in excessive drin
