I knew my fake husband wasn't going to care. Since we got back from the supposed honeymoon in Paris, I haven't seen him again and it's not like I want to. My aversion towards his person remains the same - the less we meet the better, for my peace of mind. So in the following days, I dedicated myself to accommodating some things inside the house to my liking. I bought some paintings and flowers, and many more flowers.

The gardener is happy, yes, because in addition to my greenhouse, the house is surrounded by a huge garden created by my grandmother, according to what Enrique, the man who cares...