Synopsis

He was the kind of man who seemed sprung from a dream, a vision of perfection that stole Emily’s breath away. But dreams often fade, and soon whispers began to circulate, hinting at imperfections beneath the surface. The stories reached Emily like a discordant melody, a jarring counterpoint to the harmony she'd found. Disillusionment settled in her stomach, a cold weight. She confronted him, the man who had seemed so flawless, now exposed as… human. He bristled, defensive and wounded by the