I woke up the next morning to the soft sound of the bedroom door opening. Sunlight was just starting to fill the room. I blinked slowly, still feeling heavy from the night before. David was there, pushing a small breakfast cart into the room. He had a gentle smile on his face. The same smile I used to trust completely.
“Good morning, my love,” he said softly. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. You deserve to be spoiled after everything.”
I sat up slowly, pulling the covers over my chest. My heart felt even heavier. I forced a small smile. “Thank you, David. This is nice.”
He wheeled the cart closer and poured me a cup of coffee. The smell of fresh toast, scrambled eggs, and fruit filled the room. He had prepared everything exactly the way I liked it. He even added a small
