AUTHORS POV

“So what would you like to have” George asked Tessa.

She was fully and didn’t feel like eating any thing, even though she felt like eating up a storm earlier, just seeing George shut the doors of hunger in her system.

The waiter appeared just as George lifted a hand, her demeanor professional yet warm, as though this wasn’t the first time she’d been part of a moment veiled in subtle drama. George didn’t even wait for the menu.

“A yoghurt, please,” he said, eyes fixed on Tessa. “For my wife.”

The word hit Tessa like a slap wrapped in silk. She blinked, her breath catching for half...