AUTHOR'S POVAfter a long, draining day, Richard finally pushed open the door of their house—not the hotel. His shoulders sagged as he loosened his tie, exhaustion weighing down every step.Madison, who had been pacing the living room restlessly, immediately ran up when she heard him. She stopped just five feet away, her hands clasped together, her eyes wide with concern.“Today was a rough day, wasn’t it?” she asked softly, her voice trembling with worry.Richard’s tired eyes softened at the sight of her. He exhaled, forcing a small smile. “I’m okay.” Then, without hesitation, he looked straight into her eyes and asked, “Your painting…did you see it?”Madison blinked, startled. Slowly, she nodded. “I did.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “But… how did you have it?”Richard took a step closer, sincerity shining in his gaze, his voice low but steady. “I first got to know you through that painting.”Her breath caught in her throat. The weight of his words, the quiet confession, made her he
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