Chapter 9

Georgina West

The imposing Lancaster mansion loomed as I wearily trudged to my final stop before I head home, the day's battles fixed on my face. Physical exhaustion weighed on me, and my mind was a chaotic battleground.

All I craved was the comfort of sleep, a brief break from the day's commotion. Yet, amidst the weariness, a persistent ache reminded me of my children.

The grand doors opened, revealing the opulence within, and there was Archer, organizing dinner. The scene stirred memories of a simpler time, when Archer was more than an ex-husband—he was my partner, my rock. In those days, he shielded me from storms, preventing breakdowns that now seemed inevitable.

I adore my kids, but things got really messed up with Archer after they were born. Everything just shifted after I had them.

Archer called our children down for dinner as I walked towards the dining room. My steps were slow, as I tried not to think about the last encounter with Archer. Archer wordlessly placed a plate b