The morning sun bathed the Whitestone Estate in golden light, spilling warmth through the open windows and glinting off the freshly polished floors. The house, once filled with tension and whispers, now carried a melody of laughter, soft voices, and life. Outside, the garden bloomed in full color, roses and orchids filling the air with their gentle fragrance.

It had been two years since the wedding, and peace had finally found its permanent home within those walls. Catalina stood by the large window in the living room, gazing out at the garden that had once been her sanctuary. She had kept her promise to Frederick. The glasshouse he had vowed...