Six months. That was how long Aurora had been living under Alessandro Moretti's roof. From the very first day he saw her standing quietly beside his wife, something about her felt... wrong. His wife always explained it the same way. "She's still grieving her mother. She'll be fine with time." But Alessandro never believed that was the whole story. Grief could dim a person's light. Aurora looked like someone whose light had been stolen. Every encounter between them carried an invisible tension neither of them understood. Whether they crossed paths in the hallway, shared breakfast in silence, or exchanged a few polite words in the garden, the air seemed to grow strangely warm, almost suffocating. She always avoided his eyes first. He always found himself watching her leave. It made no sense. So he ignored it. Until one evening... He discovered that his wife had betrayed him years ago—back when they were engaged. It wasn't recent. It wasn't ongoing. But the truth changed something inside him. He chose not to confront her immediately. Instead, he decided to clear his mind before making any decision. The next morning, he casually suggested taking Aurora out for some fresh air. "She needs a change of scenery," he told his wife. She smiled without suspicion. A few hours later, Aurora stood on Alessandro's private yacht as it drifted peacefully across the crystal-blue waters of Lake Como. The wind played gently with her hair as she silently watched the endless horizon. For the first time in months... She looked... peaceful. Alessandro stood behind her for a long moment, saying nothing. Then he slowly stepped closer... ...and wrapped his arms around her from behind.