"I missed you so much, Mrs. Ravenstrong," Adam murmured, his voice rough and low as he slowly undressed his wife. His fingers moved with a kind of reverence, as if rediscovering something sacred.
They had flown to his private vacation house nestled on a quiet cliff, the same place where they had spent their first honeymoon. Back then, the walls had felt too wide, too cold. Sofia had been excited yet afraid, trapped in a marriage that looked perfect to the world but felt like a fragile illusion behind closed doors.
But now, everything was different.
