(Aurora’s POV)
Next day, I was walking through the grand halls of the Skylar mansion. For the first time since my marriage, the mansion felt peaceful. My husbands were all out, and there was no looming presence of anyone that made my heart race with nervousness.
As I walked past one of the corridors, I heard faint voices coming from behind a slightly ajar door. My curiosity piqued, and I stopped. It sounded like James was speaking to someone. Slowly, I approached the door and peeked through the gap.
My breath caught when I saw papa lying on the bed, his usually strong and commanding presence now subdued. He looked pale, his features weary. James stood beside him, his face filled with concern.
“You should tell them, sir,” James said softly but firmly.
“They have a right to know about
