Day five of the marriage, and things had quieted down just a tad. Nash had been forcefully packed off on a "long vacation"—specifically, a cruise with a team of non-negotiable bodyguards, ensuring he had zero escape routes. With Luther deep in business, I found myself with a lot more time on my hands. And that, unfortunately, meant a lot more time for the women of the house to stage an intervention—or, more accurately, an invitation to a tea party designed for a verbal ambush.
As keeping up appearances was mandatory for the current truce, I accepted the invitation. I got dressed in a demure, but subtly expensive outfit and headed to the garden, a space meticulously curated for such small, vicious gatherings.
When I arrived, Olivia, Cora (Carlos’s wife), and Amanda (Walter’s wife) gave me
