Naomi’s pov :
The kitchen in the Kingsley mansion felt like my little haven these days, the warm glow of the overhead lights casting a cozy ambiance over the marble counters and stainless-steel appliances. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air as I stirred the pasta sauce, the sizzle of onions in the pan a rhythmic comfort.
Elias would be home soon from the office, and I wanted everything perfect, our routine, our life together, finally settling into something beautiful after all the chaos. The bond hummed between us, a constant thread of warmth, reminding me how far we'd come: from secrets and doubts to confessions and passionate nights that left me breathless.
But lately, something felt off. A nagging queasiness in my stomach, like a shadow lurking just out of sight. I'
