Chapter 11
Morgana's POV:
For five years, Xavier and I had maintained a marriage that was more of an alliance than a romantic union.
Our interactions were cordial, and our conversations centered around business and Noah. Intimacy was a concept we both seemed to sidestep, perhaps out of self-preservation.
However, as we began collaborating more closely on company projects, an unexpected shift occurred.
Late nights in the office led to shared dinners, where discussions of quarterly reports seamlessly transitioned into stories from our pasts. I found myself laughing more, the sound foreign yet comforting.
One evening, as we wrapped up a particularly grueling meeting, Xavier leaned back in his chair, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. "Morgana.” He began. "There'
