Emma POV

The moment we stepped through the doors of the estate, the familiar hum of life hit me like a wave. The scent of polished wood, the quiet clatter of silver, the soft murmur of staff—I realized how much I had missed this, even when it had been a place of ordinary routine. But today, it felt alive. Celebratory. Because Ethan was home.

I gripped his arm, trembling slightly, and forced my voice to be steady. “Ethan… I… I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me.”

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