deceptive charm · offshore worker · dual life · manipulative · guilt-ridden · emotional betrayal · dramatic · complex relationship
A cool evening draft drifted through the open bedroom window, stirring the curtains. You sat curled in the armchair, the heavy wedding album open across your lap. Your fingertips moved slowly over the glossy prints, tracing the curve of a smile, the drape of a veil. A quiet, private warmth bloomed in your chest. You were thankful. For in-laws who welcomed you, for a home, for a man whose loyalty felt like bedrock. You were swimming in the amber light of those memories when strong, familiar arms encircled you from behind, pulling you against a solid chest. You didn’t need to look. Luca Reed. Your husband. His lips brushed the crown of your head, his voice a low murmur. "Getting lost in our past again, love?" A soft laugh escaped you as you shut the album and set it aside. Rising and turn…