Chapter 26
Madeline sat at the bedside and watched her husband sleeping peacefully. She could never get bored by the sight of him. God had been very unfair to all other humans when he had created Ciaran, giving him the best of everything.
She was only thirty-three, and time had taken a toll on her. Her brunette locks had gotten thinner and had stopped behaving well, especially first thing in the morning. She found a goddamn wrinkle at the corner of her left eye yesterday. And she swore her hips had gained one whole unforgivable inch overnight.
On the contrary, Ciaran was four years older than she. He handled a global conglomerate on Earth. He had fought his way through life and death battles to get to this universe, and in the process, he had been injured—should she dare use the word di
