Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #6: Skybound Hearts: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The wedding had come and gone in a whirlwind of emotions, but now, Adrian and I were finally here—on our honeymoon. I’d never imagined a place could feel as peaceful as this secluded beach resort. The soft crash of the waves against the shore, the scent of salt in the air, and the quiet solitude of the surroundings felt like a reprieve from everything. After months of preparation, stress, and then the emotional highs of the wedding day, this was the perfect escape. It was just the two of us, together in a place where we could breathe, relax, and rediscover the things we loved about each other. I looked over at Adrian, who was standing next to me, taking in the view of the sunset as the golden-orange hues stretched across the sky. There was something about the way the light reflected off his face that made him seem even more handsome than usual—if that was even possible. He smiled when he caught me looking, and his eyes softened in that way that always made my heart flutter. “Beautif

The days following Adrian's tense reunion with his father, William, felt like a slow-moving storm. Even though we had returned from our honeymoon and should have been basking in the glow of our new life together, there was a heavy weight in the air. Adrian, my husband, was carrying something that neither of us could quite understand yet—something that had been left unsaid, something unresolved. We had returned to the busy pace of our careers, but underneath it all, I could sense Adrian's unease. His father’s return had stirred up emotions that I don’t think even Adrian fully understood himself. Every conversation between us seemed to revolve around William, his sudden presence, and the pain that it stirred in Adrian's heart. It wasn’t just that his father had been absent for years—it was the years of silence, the unanswered questions, and the hurt that Adrian had carried alone. I tried to be supportive, giving Adrian space to process his feelings. But as much as I wanted to be there

The days seemed to drag on in the most unexpected way. Adrian had been navigating a sea of difficult conversations with his father for weeks now, each one pulling him further into the depths of his past. I had been there, patiently offering him space when needed, but also standing by his side when he called for support. Watching Adrian go through this transformation was both painful and awe-inspiring. I had always known him to be a strong man, but this was something different. He wasn’t just dealing with the pressures of being a billionaire CEO, or the responsibilities that came with managing a company as expansive as his. He was confronting the ghosts of his childhood—the scars left by his father’s absence. We had talked about it so many times. How much of Adrian’s pain stemmed from feeling abandoned by William, his estranged father, and how deeply that had affected his sense of self. It was hard to watch him go through this emotional rollercoaster, especially when his relationship

When the email first popped up on my phone, I thought it was a mistake. I had just finished my shift, walking through the crowded terminal after a long-haul flight, my mind already drifting toward the comfort of home and Adrian’s arms. But the subject line stopped me in my tracks: "Executive Opportunity – Regional Manager Position." I opened the email, my pulse quickening as I scanned the contents. The company had noticed my recent efforts, particularly my ability to navigate difficult situations with clients during flights and my knack for team leadership. They wanted me to manage the branch in Chicago—a promotion that would mean more responsibility, a significant pay raise, and the chance to lead a team of my own. But it would also mean leaving New York. Leaving Adrian. I sat down on an empty bench in the terminal, the noise of the crowd fading into the background as I read the email again. It felt surreal. This was the kind of opportunity I’d dreamed about for years, proof that

I never thought we’d be here—standing in the garden of Adrian’s family estate, surrounded by our closest friends and family, preparing to renew our vows. It felt surreal, as if we were stepping into a storybook moment that I never dared to dream for myself. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the lush greenery. Twinkling string lights draped from the trees, creating an intimate and magical atmosphere. It had been Adrian’s idea. “I want us to celebrate how far we’ve come,” he had said one quiet evening as we sat curled up on the couch. “We’ve faced so many challenges, Isla, and I think we deserve a moment to reflect on everything and look ahead to the future. Together.” At first, I wasn’t sure. A vow renewal felt like something couples did decades into their marriage, not just a few years in. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. We’d grown so much—both as individuals and as a couple. Our love had been tested, and we’d