~ Bella’s POV

I woke up to the soft glow of morning light streaming through the curtains, the warmth of Lucian’s arms still lingering around me even though he was no longer there. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I turned my head and saw him standing by the wardrobe, already dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. He looked immaculate, as always, his movements deliberate and focused as he adjusted his cufflinks.

“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.

Lucian turned at the sound of my voice, his expression softening as his gaze met mine. A small smile curved his lips, and he walked...