Chapter 121 Whispers Over Breakfast

• Soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden lines across the plush carpet and the sleeping figure on the bed. Zara stirred, her body aching, her mouth dry. She blinked up at the ceiling, momentarily disoriented. Her head throbbed gently—dull, but nagging. Her robe had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and the faint scent of whiskey still lingered in the air.
• She sat up slowly, the silk robe hugging her frame. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the surroundings—their shared bedroom. The one she rarely slept in.
• Then it hit her.