Lydia opened her eyes slowly. She sat up, pulling the duvet around her shoulders, and glanced at the bedside clock. It was barely six-thirty in the morning. Adrian would have already left for his early executive briefings, or he would be isolated in his study, buried beneath mountains of financial reports. Yet, a subtle, unmistakable scent drifted through the hallway and into her room. It was the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, blended with the sweet, buttery fragrance of sizzling batter. Lydia blinked, slightly disoriented. She slipped out of bed, threw on a soft cream cardigan over her silk sleepwear, and opened her bedroom door. The hallway was quiet, but as she walked toward the kitchen, the sounds grew clearer. The gentle clatter of porcelain. The rhythmic sizzle of a pan. The low, quiet hum of a man’s voice softly humming a tune she hadn't heard in years. She stopped at the archway of the kitchen. Adrian stood at the stove, dressed casually in a soft charcoal
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