MRS STANFORD POV
The smell of chamomile still lingered in the air as I stirred my tea for the third time without sipping. My eyes, however, remained locked on the grand staircase , every creak of the wood sent my heart leaping. No one had come down yet...Not Leena Nor Ethan.
But I could feel it in my bones that something was wrong between them.
They were supposed to be the golden couple. When they returned from the island two years ago, married in secret and glowing with affection, I had held Leena’s hands in mine and said, “He will protect you and he'll chose you above all."
But now, silence hung in the house like a storm cloud which I didn't know why..
As I looked towards the wide glass doors that opened to the garden, From there, I could see Ethan , stone-faced and seated alone on
