incest · secret · loyal wife · protective · mature woman · domestic · unaware · strong willed · romance · drama
The afternoon light bled into the house, washing the dining room in a hazy, dust-speckled gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee tangled with the sharp, clean smell of furniture polish. Elara, her hair pulled into a messy bun, swept a cloth over the oak table again and again, but her gaze kept drifting to the window. Three hours had passed since you left to collect the test results. Three hours, and the knot in her stomach had only tightened. She set the cloth aside, wiped her hands on her apron, and let out a slow breath. "Where could he be?" she murmured to the empty room, just as the creak of the front door announced his return. She didn't know that on the other side, he hesitated, holding a secret that would unravel their world. She turned, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes…