Sonia’s POV
That night, I lay awake long after he fell asleep beside me.
His arm stayed wrapped around my waist even in sleep, his body instinctively anchoring mine.
Yet my thoughts would not settle.
The house creaked softly around us.
Wind brushed against the windows.
Home had welcomed us back quietly.
Too quietly.
And I couldn’t shake the feeling that beneath the calm, plans were already in motion.
The days that followed felt like standing at the edge of something enormous.
Alexander remained attentive, gentle in the mornings, deliberate in the evenings. He took me with him on quiet drives, left his phone behind more often than not, insisted on small dinners instead of public appearances.
But whenever his office door closed?
The tension returned.
Meetings stretched longer.
