Chapter 89 A Powerful Husband

• Kourtney woke up the next day with her eyelids heavy and swollen from a restless night filled with tears. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft golden coloring that felt almost mocking against the turmoil in her heart.
• She groaned, raising a hand to her forehead, which throbbed painfully—a reminder of her emotional breakdown from the night before. It was as if the universe had conspired against her.
• “Good morning, sleepy head. Breakfast is ready!” Lilian’s cheerful voice floated into the room, cutting through the fog of Kourtney's despair, a tray balanced delicately in her hands.