LEENA'S POV
The morning sun seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle golden hue over the silk sheets that enveloped Leena’s body. Her eyes slowly opened, already sensing that the side of the bed beside her was chilly.
Ethan departed prior to sunrise. Once more.
She straightened up, pulling her knees towards her chest. Her fingers grazed the wedding ring concealed on a chain around her neck, still warm on her skin.
It was amusing how something so tiny could carry such a significant truth.
Two years of wedded life.
Two years of hidden information.
Two years of belonging to him, yet not completely his.
Ethan Grayson—the individual whom the world admired. Her spouse. And the sole individual who could utterly break her if she allowed herself to sink any further.
A gentle t
