The Elegant Her

He clicked on the screen and saw Ella sitting gracefully on an intricately carved chair, her hand gently resting on her belly, a look of warmth and serenity on her face.

 

The sunlight cascaded down like golden threads, illuminating the surroundings with a soft glow. The golden hue gently kissed her face, outlining her exquisite and breathtaking features with an unparalleled elegance.

 

When did Ella start modeling for someone else? Why didn't he know about this?

 

A shadow of displeasure flickered across Eric's face. He despised the idea of other men seeing his wife at her most beautiful.

 

Ella belonged to him—no one else should dare covet her.

 

Just then, a crisp voice came from outside the private room. "Miss Davis, you're here too?"

 

Eric looked up and saw a young man walk in. He had delicate features, carrying an air of youthful exuberance.