Lila's P.O.V.The morning light filtered through the lace curtains of our bedroom, casting delicate shadows on the rumpled sheets. It had been two weeks since that explosive night in the study, two weeks of this new, jagged rhythm in our marriage. Ethan stirred beside me, his arm draped possessively over my waist, as if even in sleep he needed to remind me I was his. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body aching in ways that weren't just physical. The bruises from his grip had faded, but the deeper marks—the ones on my soul—lingered like ghosts.It started subtly, this shift in our intimacy. After the brawl in New York, Ethan's touches had turned from tender to territorial. He'd always been passionate, but now it was like he was trying to imprint himself on me, to erase any trace of Damien's shadow. And the conception thing... God, that was the root of it all. I'd been careful, so careful, ever since Shay. After every time we made love, I'd slip away to the bathroom, flushing aw
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