Kate stirred awake as the soft rustling of clothes reached her ears.

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains, and turned her head to see Ryan standing by the mirror, buttoning up his crisp white shirt.

His dark hair was slightly damp from his morning shower, and he looked sharp in his tailored suit.

For a moment, she simply watched him, taking in the way his fingers moved expertly over the buttons, the way his brows furrowed slightly as he focused on his tie.

This was the man she had fallen in love with. Strong, handsome, powerful.

The man who used to adore her way back...