Mason
I wake up early, like always. Not because I wholeheartedly love the early morning breeze, but because my past sins have become my nightmares. They don't let me sleep. Yet now, I’m not alone. Jasmine sleeps next to me. It’s weird, but I’m getting used to it.
I never thought I’d settle down. Me, a married man? No way. But Jasmine... she’s different. She doesn’t ask questions. She doesn’t push. It’s perfect.
I get up quietly. Jasmine needs her rest. Her belly hasn’t started showing yet. She’s always stressed. True to what she said when we first met, she enjoys cooking. She’s always in the kitchens with the cooks. I can’t stop her. I just let her do whatever the hell she wants.
Anything to keep her occupied enough to turn a blind eye. I want to protect her from my past, my troubles—e
