The woman in the photo wore a black dress. Her striking face had appeared in his dreams many times.

The lights dimmed and the door closed tightly. Everything returned to silence as if no one had ever been there.

Back in the bedroom, Ethan saw Ivy curled up with her eyes closed and her brows tightly furrowed.

He had frightened her earlier. He shouldn't have been too hasty.

But she was his wife, and intimacy between them should be normal.

He still had to be ...