She always caused trouble, leaving him to handle it.
Even if it wasn't intentional, it was still because of her.
"I'm your husband—it's what I should do."
As those words fell, Owen Moreland gently laid Amelia Clarke down on the master bedroom's king-sized bed. He pulled the lightweight down comforter over her, softly brushed her hair, then leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Get some sleep; I'm going to take a shower."
Just as he stood up, Amelia reached out and grabbed his tie.
"Thank you… for being my husband."
Owen held her hand and smiled faintly.
Amelia watched the steady, broad figure of her husband as he walked to the sofa. He removed his tailored blazer, pulled off his tie, and neatly draped it over the back of the sofa. Taking off his tailored steel watch, he placed it on the coffee table. While unfastening his shirt cuffs, he strolled toward the bathroom, reaching the doorway just as he'd undone all his shirt buttons.
The bathroom door closed with a soft click.
