The next morning, Jack woke up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Beside him lay Katrina, her serene face resting peacefully on the pillow. For a moment, he simply watched her, her beauty radiant even in her sleep. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—he hadn't had time to meet with Maria recently. Maria, after all, was just a friend, while Katrina, although not officially yet, was the woman he considered his wife in every sense that mattered.
Shaking off the thoughts, Jack quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. The first thing he did was head to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. The cold water cascaded down his body, washing away the lingering drowsiness and revitalizing his senses. Once done, he dressed casually, stepping out into the living room where the morning air felt crisp and welcoming. He settled himself comfortably on the plush couch, his favorite spot, and picked up the warm cup of coffee waiting for him on the table.
