George POV
Amidst the warm, golden glow of the room, her figure radiated like a distant star. Gently yet firmly, I lifted her chin. Her crimson eyes locked onto my gaze. In a voice tinged with curiosity, she inquired why I had chosen to marry her. I replied with stark honesty, admitting my intention was to bring misery into her life. Despite the cruelty of my words, her eyes remained dry. Her spirit was unbroken.
As I began to unravel the threads of her past, I thought she would fall on her knees and beg me to stop. But she was not as fragile as she seemed.
"You're unaware of your father's identity. Even your mother has no idea about him." I uttered the revelation like a dagger, striking deep. Unexpectedly, her eyes resemble glassy pearls. It brimmed with tears that traced delicate path
