Caroline's POV
“Ready to show everyone how madly in love we still are, hubby?” I asked Peter with a playful lilt as we stepped out into the driveway.
The evening breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the garden, but the real mess was already building between us.
Then my eyes landed on the car.
Cerene sat primly in the front passenger seat, dressed in a soft cream outfit that screamed “fragile beauty.” A delicate shawl was draped over her shoulders, and she kept her head slightly bowed, looking every bit the pitiful survivor. My blood simmered, but I refused to let it show.
I rolled my eyes dramatically and turned to Peter, giving him a long, knowing stare. He had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable but said nothing.
Without missing a beat,
