She didn’t want a marriage: just a hot meal.
He didn’t want a wife: just his grandfather’s inheritance.
But no one asked what they wanted.
Cleia survived as best she could, scavenging days between city alleys and memories she never dared to bury. When she saved the life of a powerful old man, she gained more than shelter in return: a surname, a house, and the constant disgust of a husband who saw her as trash.
What Jonas doesn’t know is that Cleia was once loved—or thought she was. But she carries more than torn clothes and wounded pride.
She carries silences.
Scars no one sees.
And a past that refuses to die.
And that past returns... bringing dangers with it.
She didn’t want a marriage: just a hot meal.
He didn’t want a wife: just his grandfather’s inheritance.
But no one asked what they wanted.
Cleia survived as best she could, scavenging days between city alleys and memories she never dared to bury. When she saved the life of a powerful old man, she gained more than shelter in return: a surname, a house, and the constant disgust of a husband who saw her as trash.
What Jonas doesn’t know is that Cleia was once loved—or thought she was. But she carries more than torn clothes and wounded pride.
She carries silences.
Scars no one sees.
And a past that refuses to die.
And that past returns... bringing dangers with it.
She didn’t want a marriage: just a hot meal.
He didn’t want a wife: just his grandfather’s inheritance.
But no one asked what they wanted.
Cleia survived as best she could, scavenging days between city alleys and memories she never dared to bury. When she saved the life of a powerful old man, she gained more than shelter in return: a surname, a house, and the constant disgust of a husband who saw her as trash.
What Jonas doesn’t know is that Cleia was once loved—or thought she was. But she carries more than torn clothes and wounded pride.
She carries silences.
Scars no one sees.
And a past that refuses to die.
And that past returns... bringing dangers with it.
She didn’t want a marriage: just a hot meal.
He didn’t want a wife: just his grandfather’s inheritance.
But no one asked what they wanted.
Cleia survived as best she could, scavenging days between city alleys and memories she never dared to bury. When she saved the life of a powerful old man, she gained more than shelter in return: a surname, a house, and the constant disgust of a husband who saw her as trash.
What Jonas doesn’t know is that Cleia was once loved—or thought she was. But she carries more than torn clothes and wounded pride.
She carries silences.
Scars no one sees.
And a past that refuses to die.
And that past returns... bringing dangers with it.
