THE UNEXPECTED CONFESSION

Amelia woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She stirred, stretching lazily, and blinked away the remnants of sleep. Her eyes fell on Alexander beside her, his peaceful expression a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had brewed in the previous days. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, a gentle reminder of the morning’s promise. She turned her head slightly to see a breakfast tray placed meticulously on the bed. The sight brought a tender smile to her lips—Alexander’s way of showing affection and care.

As she adjusted herself, Alexander’s eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze with a loving smile. “Good morning, my love,” he said softly, his voice carrying the warmth of genuine affection.

“Good morning,” Amelia replied, her tone still drowsy but filled with warmth. She couldn’t help but appreciate the effort he’d put into preparing breakfast for her. It was a small but meaningful gesture, a rare moment of domestic peace that s