In the darkness, Aileen tried to calm her racing heart. In her previous life, they had also lain quietly like this, not disturbing each other.

"Geoffrey." Aileen lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, gathering her courage.

"I married you willingly."

In the darkness, a hint of astonishment flashed in the man's pitch-blue eyes.

The next day, Aileen stretched lazily, realizing that the spot next to her was already empty. She knew Geoffrey had gone to work at this hour.

With half-closed eyes, she stumbled downstairs in disarray only to find Geoffrey leisurely sitting in the living room, drinking morning tea and holding a book.

Aileen's gaze froze; why...