Isabella slumped against the cushions, her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck, and it sent a shiver down his spine. They shared a short kiss, and he was afraid of wanting more.

"You were a good husband, Vincent," Isabella mumbled, her words slurred. "Always taking care of me."

Vincent smiled weakly, his heart aching with the weight of unspoken feelings. He had always cared deeply for Isabella, but tonight, seeing her so vulnerable, his emotions felt overwhelming. He turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers.

Before he could think twice, Vincent leaned in and kissed her passionately. Isabella...