CHAPTER 159

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The sheets were tangled around us, a testament to the passion we’d shared moments ago. I lay nestled against Leon’s chest, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my touch. It was a moment of tranquility, a rare calm in the storm of our lives.

Leon’s arm wrapped around me, holding me close, his thumb lazily stroking my shoulder. I felt safe, cherished, but there was an unspoken question lingering in the back of my mind. I wanted to know more about his past, about the women who came before me, who had once held his heart, if only for a fleeting moment.

“Leon,” I began, my voice soft as I tilted my head to look up at him, “can I ask you something?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of caution. “Of course, Margarette. You can ask me anything.”

I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve always wondered…