Elena’s POV
The next morning, I woke up feeling something I hadn’t in a long time—hope.
It was an odd sensation, one I wasn’t sure I recognized anymore. But as I stretched in bed and let the sunlight stream through my window, I realized what it was. A sense of purpose.
For the first time since my marriage to Adrian, I had made a decision for myself. And despite his resistance, despite his arrogance, I had stood my ground.
I was going back to university.
Smiling to myself, I picked up my phone and dialed Sophia.
She picked up immediately. “So? What happened? Did the tyrant let you enroll?”
I laughed softly. “Let’s just say I didn’t give him a choice.”
“Damn, I would have paid to see that argument.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “He was furious. But in the end, he said I could do whate
