Just as Grandpa August ordered, I was officially accounted for as Luther's wife to the public. The press conference was swift and decisive, leaving the rest of the family to simply grit their teeth and swallow their grievances. The first day as Luther's wife was almost blissfully peaceful, a quiet after the storm.
However, the second day brought the real chaos.
The tranquility of breakfast was shattered when Nash burst into the dining area in a state of sheer distress. He could barely walk, dragging one leg, and he was badly beaten—his face bruised, his clothes torn, and a smear of dried blood on his temple.
Olivia screamed bloody murder at the sight of her son. On the wedding day, Nash had been losing his mind, so Olivia had swiftly sent him off to their vacation cabin with a single bo
