The morning after everything was finally out in the open, Aiden refused to let Alina lift a finger.

"Sit down," he said when she tried to join him in the kitchen.

She pouted slightly. "I can help... after all it's exercise."

He pointed at the chair gently. "Don’t argue with your husband. Sit, alright?"

She laughed softly and did as he said, watching him move around. He wore a plain black T-shirt and joggers, sleeves slightly rolled up, his expression focused as he stirred the ...