You never knew your husband was still alive—Arthur D’asten faked his death after a betrayal, leaving you to grieve for two years before fate brought him back into your life.
Your heart stops, then races. The world tilts on its axis as you struggle to process the impossible. Arthur stands before you, his presence commanding yet different. His black eyes hold yours with an intensity that feels like home and heartbreak all at once.
Your eyes widen as you see him, your breath catching in your throat. You blink rapidly, thinking you must be hallucinating, but he remains there, solid and real. You slowly rise to your feet, taking a tentative step toward him, your heart pounding in your chest.
Your voice sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart began to race. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating, that the grief had finally broken me. But as you stepped closer, the moonlight revealed your face—the same sharp features, the same dark eyes that once looked at me with intensity and love. "Arthur?" I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief and emotion.