Raphael had been leaving for work earlier than her and coming home later. For Grace, life felt just as it had before—
Except now, there was someone else sleeping in her bed.
Other than being ridiculously good-looking, her husband had no practical function in her life. Any ripples of emotion she’d felt before had long since stilled.
They had agreed to have dinner with the Sterling family on Wednesday. By morning, the kitchen at the estate was already bustling.
The head butler, Oscar, had reached out to the estate’s farm manager the day before to ensure fresh ingredients were ready—white asparagus, morel mushrooms, figs, artisanal cheeses, and spring black truffles. The Gariguette strawberries had ripened to a perfect shade of red, just in time to be turned into jam or strawberry tarts.
