Reihana woke up on a gray morning inside a cold room draped in white. Soft curtains fluttered gently, and from the high ceiling hung a crystal chandelier she had only seen in pictures.
She rose slowly, looking around. Everything seemed clean, shiny… but it was nothing she knew. No smell of morning bread, no warmth of her mother's carpet, no sound of the radio. She was alone, in a strange palace, the wife of a man she still knew very little about.
Light knocks on the door, then a blonde maid entered, smiling politely: "Good morning, madam. Breakfast is ready. Shall I help you put on something appropriate?"
Reihana froze for a moment; she wasn't used to anyone helping her like this. But she nodded quietly. She wore a simple gray dress, her hair was styled, a light touch of makeup applied, then the maid led her to the dining hall.
Leonardo was sitting, reading a newspaper, and beside him Maria was sipping her coffee. He looked up at Reihana, a steady gaze without any clear expression. No smile, no welcome.
Maria said kindly, "Good morning, dear. I hope your first night here was comfortable."
Reihana nodded politely: "Thank you, yes."
They ate breakfast in silence, except for occasional polite words from Maria. The atmosphere was filled with tense silence and Leonardo's hidden glances.
Later that day, as she passed by his office, she heard his voice behind the closed door: "I told you… not now. You shouldn't know anything before I'm ready."
She stepped back, her heart pounding. "Was he talking about me? What is he hiding?"
She slipped away without making a sound, but doubt had already taken root deep inside her.
Reihana decided to wander a little through the palace. Many doors, long corridors, and an eerie quiet. She reached a side corridor with a closed door. She reached out to it, but it was locked with a golden lock. She noticed a small plaque beside it that read: "Rosa's Room."
She froze. Rosa?
> Did you think you understood everything?
Chapter 15 will not only reveal a secret… it will ignite everything you thought was calm.
When the past speaks, lies fall silent.
❝He was not my savior… he was the cause of it all❞
The novel He Found Sleep in Her Arms is approaching its decisive moment…
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