As Lucas and Lina drove away from the beach villa, silence enveloped the car, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore. Lina glanced sideways at her husband, noting the tension in his jaw and the furrowed lines on his forehead.
Lina, who had only love from her parents, felt sorry for Lucas, who had to cross his mother just to defend his decisions.
"Are you okay, Lucas?" she asked softly, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "That must have been difficult for you."
Lucas sighed heavily, his grip tightening around Lina's hand. "It was, Lina," he admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. "I never thought I'd have to confront my own mother like that. But I couldn't stand by and let her have her way again. That’s why I wanted to marry a
