Andrea stood in the center of her transformed bedroom, fingertips still hovering over the diamond necklace resting against her collarbone. The room glowed around her-rose petals scattered across the silk sheets, candles flickering in soft clusters, the new cream walls and elegant chandelier turning the once-simple space into something intimate and breathtaking.

Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. She turned slowly to face Henry, her lips parting, voice soft but steady. “If you did all this just to make up for yesterday… then you’re 100% forgiven.”

Henry’s dark eyes softened. For a moment he didn’t speak-he just looked at her, the corner of his...