The morning light poured through the tall windows of the Knight estate, illuminating the sleek glass and polished marble that had once felt intimidating, almost alien, to me. Now, it felt like home, not because of its grandeur, but because of the life we had built within its walls.
I sat at the kitchen island, reviewing emails for my new business venture. My client list had grown steadily, and with each new project, I felt more confident, more capable. Each contract, each signed agreement, was a reminder that I wasn’t just Dean Knight’s partner or Liam’s nanny anymore. I was my Angel, independent, unstoppable.
Dean appeared in the doorway, coffee in hand, his dark hair slightly mussed, sleeves rolled up. The familiar weight of his presence beside me made my chest warm.
“Good morning,” h
