IT WAS six in the evening, the sun setting, painting the clouds in hues of orange that gradually deepened into twilight. But Emilia felt anything but somber. She could hear Elina and Tyron laughing; they were swimming in the ocean, their joy echoing in her heart.
She watched them play in the water from the shore, her heart swelling with a longing to complete their family, to have many children.
It felt like only yesterday that she'd married Tyron, a marriage born out of necessity, not love. Their union was a contract, an agreement forged due to her pregnancy. He hadn't wanted to marry her then, deeply resentful of the situation and the child she carried.
But earlier, something shifted within her when Tyron had spoken of marrying her in this paradise, picturing themselves with many chil
