Maria’s POVI woke much earlier than Elias, which almost never happened. He was always up before me, out and about, as if sleep was something he could afford to waste. Yesterday must have drained him, though, because he lay beside me now, sleeping deeply. I watched him in silence, my heart fluttering at the sight, this was the first time I had ever seen him so vulnerable.He looked almost boyish, soft in the quiet, his lips full and pouty, his brows drawn together even in rest. Cute, Isaac cute. It was almost impossible to reconcile this image with the man I knew: billionaire, cold, untouchable… and bound to the mafia. The truth I’d learned yesterday still sat heavy inside me. I couldn’t shake the horror of what Elias had endured as a child. It was terrifying, heartbreaking, nauseating all at once.And yet, part of me felt relieved. One layer of the enigma had peeled away. My husband was a puzzle, but at least I had started to fit the pieces together.He stirred, lips parting, and I
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