Ethan’s POV
The day had been long, but not long enough to dull the sting of Reuben’s words. As I drove home, the conversation replayed in my mind, his accusations looping like a broken record.
Was I truly at fault? Had I overlooked something?
No. Emily had been clear. Reuben’s issues stemmed from his own swindling, uncaring attitude—not me. Still, the weight of his words clung to me like an unwelcome guest.
The iron gates of my estate swung open, and I eased my car into the driveway. The soft glow of the mansion lights greeted me.
As I stepped out, the familiar scent of Lady Tatiana’s cooking wafted through the air, instantly calming me.
Inside, I found her bustling in the kitchen, her gray hair neatly pinned back, her movements precise and practiced.
"Good evening, Lady
