Venessa's pov

I was woken up by the heavy arm on my waist. I turned around knowing all too well that it's Vincent. I caressed his face feeling lucky that he's my husband. Remembering our conversation yesterday, I can't help but feel a pang in my chest

. But it's not my fault, I was just trying not to get hurt. I say to myself, absently caressing his cheekbone that I didn't even notice that I woke him up.

"Good morning, my love" he spoke, his voice ...