Raymond’s POV

Some mornings, I still wake up expecting chaos. The boardroom battles, the endless meetings, the constant demands. But lately, there's a quiet rhythm to life. A softness that comes with something deeper than success—peace.

And that peace has a name, it was someone I love.

Naomi.

She moves through our home like she belongs to the walls. Like she built this happiness with her own hands. And in truth, she did.

She is really a ...