The grand, luxurious interior of Ryan’s mansion stood in perfect silence—a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside.
Kate lounged on the plush cream-colored couch in the living room, her bare feet tucked beneath her, a half-eaten tub of ice cream balancing on her lap.
She had been indulging herself freely since Ryan left for the office earlier that morning.
With no one watching, there was no need to keep up her usual act—no sweet smiles, no fake tears, no calculated pouts.
Just her, the food, and the empty house.
“Finally,” she muttered, scooping another bite of the cold, creamy dessert into her mouth. “Some peace and quiet.”
She had wandered through every corner of the house, opening cupboards, sampling expensive wines from the cellar, and even trying on some of Ryan’s clothes
