Vivienne
I woke up that morning with Roman's arm draped around my waist, his steady breathing warm against my neck, and for the first time since Elena's text appeared on his phone, my heart felt completely at ease. The conversation we'd shared over breakfast yesterday had washed away the last traces of that sharp jealousy, leaving only the deep certainty of our love. I shifted slightly under the silk sheets of our penthouse bed, the morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline, and I traced my fingers along his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart that belonged only to me now.
Roman stirred and pulled me closer, his eyes opening with that familiar intensity that always made my pulse quicken. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, his
