Ria blinked against the soft light filtering through the linen curtains. It took her one minute to remember that this wasn’t Emily’s apartment. This was his house. Their house now, technically. She was married. To Alex Williams.
She sat up slowly, the silk of her nightwear brushing against her skin. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room as memories from the marriage registry, Alex’s unreadable expression as they signed the documents that changed everything, the ride to Emily’s apartment and to this place.
Married.
The word still tasted foreign in her mouth
Was he even home? Maybe he’d gone to work already. That seemed like something he would do and not bother with her.
She grabbed the hoodie lying on the chair, tugged it over her nightwear, slid her feet into the slippers by the bed and went downstairs. The house was big and she didn’t know her way around. But then the sound of soft clattering of pan and a low hum of music made her furrow her brows.
Could it be… the maid Al
