Edrick’s POV
Two dates a week. Flowers every night. No staying late at the office. No excuses. No distractions.
I was doing everything right, or at least everything a man in my position was supposed to do. On paper, I looked like the perfect husband. Attentive. Present. Trying. But none of it felt real. It felt like rehearsing lines for a role I had never auditioned for, repeating words that sounded empty even to my own ears.
I hated it. I hated the pretending. I hated that every smile I gave Aria felt measured, careful, like I was afraid of breaking something fragile. Or maybe afraid of admitting that something had already been broken beyond repair.
This morning, I was meant to travel out of the city for a business meeting. A big one. Investors, contracts, the usual power games. But m
