ison Stone felt a sense of awe and contemplation. From this vantage point, the world seemed both distant and accessible. His usually keen, analytical look softened as he looked at the hor
and the luxury automobiles in the garage all looked like stage props for a life he no longer recognised as his own. He had everything someone could
ered back to the mornings that had become his everyday habit alongside Seraphina. The quiet between them had
s without a glossy surface. It wasn't always like this. When they first scheduled their wedding, he became engrossed in the idea of securing their legacy. But somewhere along the road
er-ending meetings, the hollow social events, and the forced grins. But there was nothing there. The door then opened
face complemented her golden hair, beautifully fashioned in a low bun. Expensive and flawless, exactly like the lady herself, her fitted black dress clung t
clicked hard on the marble flooring. Her pale blue and frigid gaze remained fixed on his. You have been fa
d in discussing this topic right now. He didn't feel this way at any point. He turned back to face the window. "There's nothing to notice," he answered, his voice perhaps too calm and
. He didn't let it show, however. Not yet, please. I would rather not spend time with her. Her tone softened but yet held that underlying tension as she went o
ug of shame and remorse. He had not been sufficiently cautious. No matter how much he attempted to hide behind it, Seraphina's acute mind always found som
. Every time they spoke, something unspoken appeared to travel between them. Her laughter was sweet and sincere, and her eyes would meet his; these things would resonate in his ears. "Are you positive about th
present was not the right moment to share the truth with her. He didn't want to risk what he had worked so hard to build. Seraphina stepped closer to him in a whisper, her vo
the door came just before he could answer. They both looked at the door simultaneously. There was a pause after. Harrison's jaw