The moment I stepped out of the car, I felt my skin prickle. The servants rushed forward, two at the driver's side helping with my luggage, the other quickly ushering me forward. Another walking straight to us.“Boss,” He said. Turning to me, he gave a curt nod. Just like that. No formal introductions. No pleasantries. Not even a single pretence of a smile formed on his face. Just a straight face, shoulders held out, and steps sharp as though welcoming a returning president in a white house.They all stepped aside, watching as Owen took the lead.Does he even have a family? I wondered noticing how every breath felt empty even as servants scrambled about.No Father in-law to bid me welcome. No mother-in-law to take my hands. My so-called husband was not interested in sweeping my feet off the ground and into his arms as a normal bride and groom norm. Just heads bowing, footsteps walking in precision, and orders taken.He suddenly paused, turning to me. "It is just going to be us living
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