Eliana leaned back, her full lips pressing into a thin line. "I loved that house," she murmured, more to herself than anyone, her kind-hearted nature warring with the pain. "Henry got it for us—for me, Papa, and him. We were supposed to start fresh here in London, away from all the chaos. But now... I've married you, Rafael, and broken his heart in the worst way. I can't leave our things there like nothing happened. It's shameless."
Rafael's heart twisted at her words, his sarcastic armor cracking. "Eliana," he said gently, his deep voice laced with so much vulnerability. "You don't have to do this alone. If it's too much—"
