The days that followed Jacob’s confession were unlike any Lydia had ever known. The mansion, once filled with tension and cold silence, suddenly felt warmer — alive with laughter, smiles, and stolen glances.
Jacob and Lydia no longer hid their bond, though they kept it quiet enough to avoid David’s temper. Their love wasn’t loud or boastful; it was gentle, growing stronger in simple moments — like the way they looked at each other, the soft laughter they shared, and the peace that wrapped around them whenever they were together.
It was a bright morning. The sunlight streamed into the kitchen, painting the walls gold. Lydia stood at the counter, chopping vegetables, humming a quiet tune under her breath.
Jacob leaned against the doorframe, watching her. Her movements were graceful, her f
