Aiden opened the door for Aneira, and she climbed into the car with a soft, "Thank you."
She was still wrapped in her thoughts when he walked around the front of the car, slid into the driver's seat, and started the engine. He didn't say anything at first, but a gentle smirk played on his lips. It was the kind of knowing smile only an older brother could wear. The kind that said, I see you, and I know what's going on even if you don't say a word.
Aneira tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kept her gaze on the window, trying to hide her smile, but Aiden had already caught it.
He knew.
He had known for a while now. When their marriage started, he saw how guarded Aneira was. How hesitant and indifferent she seemed toward Jaxton. Back then, her body language was all discomfort and obligation. She never reached out first, never smiled when she spoke of him.
Always spoke about why he married her like it was a task, a checkmark on her to-do list.
But now?
