Chapter 3

The following day, Raya was up early, bustling around the kitchen to whip up a generous breakfast. As I admired the spread, I couldn't help but feel grateful to have such a dedicated partner. What more could any husband wish for?

Eleanora had tried her hand at breakfast-making as well, but her expertise lay more in the realm of books than cooking. The scones she produced were better suited for construction than consumption. I had to set them aside before they wreaked havoc on my dental work and opted to make pasta instead, offering some to Eleanora. Her thumbs-up was…