Abigail’s POV
The plane touched down smoothly at the private terminal, and as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, the reality of being back home sank in. Our honeymoon was officially over.
I spotted Elijah’s driver waiting near the car, a tall, dark sedan gleaming in the midday light. But instead of letting the driver take us home, Elijah walked over with a confident stride and a warm smile.
“Take the rest of the day off,” he said, slipping a generous tip into the driver’s hand.
The driver’s eyes widened, clearly surprised, but he took the money, bowing slightly.
“Thank you, sir,” the driver replied, handing over the car keys. Elijah nodded in appreciation and turned towards me, holding the keys in one hand.
He looked every bit the composed, charming man everyone knew him to b
