"The truth is…" Napoleon repeated, his voice faltering. He felt the weight of his secret bearing down on him, suffocating his words before they could escape his lips. He gazed into Ciela's eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding or acceptance, but all he saw was love and trust.
The lump in his throat grew larger, constricting his breath and paralyzing his resolve. He wanted to tell Ciela the truth, to reveal his identity as a man from the future, but the fear of losing her and everything they had built together held him captive.
Memories of their journey together flooded his mind— their wedding day, the joyous celebrations, the birth of their beautiful twins. How could he risk jeopardizing the happiness they had found in each other's arms?
His hands trembled with the weight of his decision. Napoleon knew he couldn't keep his secret hidden forever, yet the timing never seemed right. Doubt gnawed at him, planting seeds of uncertainty that threatened to unravel their bond.
