Freddy’s POV

The house was quiet, too quiet for a home that held so much life.

I stood near the door, rolling my sleeves up, watching Aliana move through the living room with that same graceful confidence she always carried. But there was something else in her movements tonight—something subtle, unspoken.

She knew I was leaving for business.

And she hated it.

I smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “You gonna say something, or just glare at me all night?”

She crossed her arms, giving me a look that would have made weaker men kneel. “I don’t need to say anything. I already know how this goes.”

I chuckled. God, I...