Three days after the divorce was finalized, the iron gates of the Blackwood estate swung open to welcome a new mistress.
Cassandra Laurent stood in the center of the grand foyer, her heels clicking loudly against the polished white marble. She ran a manicured hand over the dark mahogany banister, taking in the crystal chandeliers, the high vaulted ceilings, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the estate's sprawling gardens.
"I can't believe it's finally ours," Cassandra breathed, a triumphant smile lighting up her face as she looked back at Adrian. "No more hiding. No more sneaking around in cheap hotels while your blind, pathetic wife sits in a hospital room."
Adrian stood by the entrance, holding a glass of aged whiskey. His tie was loosened, his dark hair slightly disheveled
