Anna lay still in the dimly lit bedroom, staring at the ceiling. The sound of Jaden’s steady breathing filled the quiet space, a stark contrast to the chaotic rhythm of her own heart.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes landing on the man beside her.
Jaden Blackwell.
The cold, ruthless businessman who had made it clear that their marriage was nothing but a contract. A transaction. A means to an end.
And yet, right now, in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, he looked nothing like the man she knew.
His sharp features, always so hard and unyielding, were relaxed in sleep. The ever-present tension in his jaw had melted away, leaving behind an unfamiliar softness. His short dark hair, usually neatly styled, had fallen over his forehead, slightly disheveled.
