Alara
I adjusted my expression in the mirror, carefully crafting the perfect balance of remorse and vulnerability. This time, I would make Kaelen believe me. He had to believe me. He had to see me as the repentant wife, eager to make amends for the sins I had committed. I’d already apologized once, half-heartedly, testing the waters, but now I needed to be more convincing. It was time to fully play the part.
I found him in his office, hunched over a pile of paperwork. His shoulders were tense, his focus elsewhere as always. Good. If his attention was divided, it meant my words could slip past him like a knife into soft flesh.
“Kaelen?” I said softly, stepping into the room with careful, measured steps.
He didn’t look up at first, but when I spoke again, he finally turned, his eyes meet
