The night before the court-ordered DNA test, Elena did something she had avoided since moving into the mansion.
She packed her things.
Not to leave.
But to move.
The guest suite she had been using since the scandal broke suddenly felt symbolic—like distance carved into architecture. Like even within his home, she had chosen space instead of confrontation.
Tonight, she was done hiding behind doors.
Adrian was in his study when she carried the first suitcase down the hall.
The mansion was quiet. Staff dismissed early. Lights dimmed.
Only the low hum of tension lingered in the air.
She stopped outside his bedroom door.
Their bedroom.
The one she had stepped into briefly after signing the contract. The one she had avoided once war began.
Her heart pounded.
If they were going to su
