Two days after the wedding, the afterglow had barely settled before reality knocked dressed in formalwear and clutching champagne flutes.
Ruben and I were hosting an “after party,” or more specifically, a formal welcome dinner in our new home. A soft launch into married life. Small. Elegant. Intimate. Just a few friends, business partners, and family. The calm after the chaos.
But the real surprise wasn’t the guest list or the decor.
It was the house.
I hadn’t seen it before the wedding. Not even in passing. I had assumed like everyone else that we’d be living in the Delwunco estate, maybe in one of the family wings. I had braced myself for that reality. For the shadow of his parents always lingering.
But this?
This was different.
The drive was nearly thirty minutes from the Delwinco estate long enough to feel like freedom, short enough for obligation to still find me.
As we approached the gated entrance to a private estate branded with “R. Enterprises”, my brows furrowed. The black i
