The Millionaire Came Home Early and Found His Wife Living in the Servants’ Room—Then He Discovered What She Was Waiting For
PART 24
A few days after the anniversary dinner, I found an old photograph while sorting documents in my study.
It showed Mariana standing in the empty house on the day we got the keys.
The floors were bare, the walls needed paint, and she was pointing toward the sunlit end of the hallway, already imagining what each room might become.
I carried the picture to the kitchen.
She was at the counter choosing fabric samples for the library project.