Liam looked up at Rose's entrance, a weak smile tugging at his lips as he saw the tray in her hands. "Thank you, Rose. You always know how to take care of me," he murmured softly, his gratitude evident in his voice.Rose returned the smile, setting the tray down on a nearby table. She moved closer to Liam, a gentle warmth in her eyes. "It's my pleasure, Liam. You work so hard, and it's the least I can do to make sure you're nourished and taken care of."Liam's exhaustion seemed to momentarily fade as he met Rose's gaze, his eyes reflecting a profound appreciation for her unwavering support. As they shared a quiet moment in the dimly lit room, Rose couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination to stand by his side, to be the unwavering presence he needed during challenging times.Together, they sat in silence, Liam savoring the simple pleasure of the meal prepared by Rose, and Rose finding solace in their quiet companionship. In that moment, they both knew that no matter how

Rose found her favorite spot on the top stool by the kitchen island, settling into it with a contented sigh. She watched as Garla moved with practiced ease, opening the refrigerator and retrieving a packet of bacon ribbons. With a deft motion, she snapped them onto a preheated pan, filling the room with the sizzling sound of cooking bacon.The delightful aroma of the bacon mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, creating an intoxicating combination. Rose's smile widened as she savored the familiar and comforting smells.Garla joined Rose at the island, taking a seat across from her. She had a kind and friendly face, her years of service making her an integral part of their household. Garla poured Rose a generous amount of honey on her pancakes and repeated the gesture for Liam."Here you go, Liam," she said, sliding the plate of pancakes toward him. "Enjoy your breakfast."Rose reached for the bowl of cream, adding a dollop of it to her pancakes. She admired the way the cream

As Liam stared at the screen, his mind raced with thoughts of Rose, his wife of twelve years. They had built a life together, one filled with love and dedication, but he had allowed his weaknesses to jeopardize it all. Guilt gnawed at him, reminding him that his actions were far from honorable.Taking a deep breath, Liam made a conscious decision. He tapped the screen, deleting the email and with it, the temptation it presented. He knew that succumbing to such desires would only deepen the wounds already inflicted upon his marriage. He vowed to confront his own demons and mend the fragile trust he had shattered.The car finally came to a stop as Liam reached his driveway. He stepped out, his mind focused on the path of redemption he had chosen. Opening the front door, he found Rose waiting for him, a warm smile on her face. In that moment, Liam realized the true value of the love and commitment he had taken for granted.As they embraced, Liam made a silent promise to himself—to leave

Rose and Liam settled into the plush, white expensive chairs as the server approached, presenting them with their menus and a bottle of chilled white wine. The soft glow of the elegant restaurant created an atmosphere of tranquility, providing a much-needed respite from the demands of their busy lives.Liam took a few sips of the wine, its crisp flavor dancing on his palate, and then his gaze shifted towards Rose. As he looked at his wife, he couldn't help but compare her to Penelope. Penelope had been a one-time affair, a woman who had only served to bring Liam a financial windfall. Without her, however, he had found his own path to success, making even more money than before. Rose, unlike Penelope, was not the kind of woman who would sneak into anyone's bed solely for financial gain. She had her own dreams and ambitions, running a small jewellery business that she loved dearly.Yet, Liam couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity about Rose's seemingly guarded nature. While they shared

Rose's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Liam's eyes, their warm glow suddenly tainted with a flicker of anger. Her gaze shifted from Liam to the old woman who had been conversing with him just moments ago. The woman exuded an air of opulence and spoke with a commanding tone that seemed to carry the weight of her wealth. Clad in an evening dress that radiated elegance and allure, she stood out among the attendees of the auction.Confusion and curiosity consumed Rose's thoughts. How could Liam bring her to such a public event, especially when they were supposed to be maintaining the facade of a happy couple? She had assumed they would continue their charade discreetly, far from prying eyes. The scenario seemed ill-fitting, like pieces of a puzzle forced together, creating an unsettling dissonance.Rose observed Liam's smile, contrasting the one he had reserved solely for her. It bore an intensity she had not seen before, an amalgamation of warmth and anger. She wondered what ha