_Leah's POV_

The next morning, I woke to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside the mansion’s tall windows. I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Beside me, Tariq was already awake, his gaze fixed on me with a warm, contented smile. He kissed my forehead softly.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured.

I gave him a small smile in return, though my mind was still clouded with doubts from the night before. I had agreed to marry him, but part of me still felt unsettled. The nagging feeling that something wasn’t right refused to leave me.

We dressed in silence, and...