Three days after the funeral, Adrian Kingsley still couldn't sleep.Every night, he woke at exactly 2:17 a.m.Every night, for one terrible second, he forgot.Then reality returned.Aurora was dead.His wife was dead.The woman he had spent six years loving, fighting with, hurting, and secretly hoping would forgive him was gone.And he had never told her the truth.Adrian stood alone in the dark study of Kingsley Manor, staring at the photograph on his desk.Aurora was smiling in it.She had been twenty-four when the photograph was taken, standing beside him at their wedding reception. Her white dress flowed around her like moonlight, and her hand rested on his chest.He remembered that night.She had whispered, “Promise me something.”He had smiled.“Anything.”“Even if we fight, don't ever let pride destroy us.”He had kissed her forehead.“I promise.”Adrian closed his eyes.He had broken that promise.Not once.Not twice.He had broken it every time he chose silence over trust.A
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