The mansion was unusually quiet, as Cyrus stepped in through the grand entrance. He had dismissed three servants in the morning before he left for work. He'd overheard them discussing his affair with Camilla last night, instead of carrying out their duties.

Now, it was just the cleaner, who comes and go, and two cooks who lives outside the mansion, but comes occasionally or when needed.

He loosened his tie, the silk slipping through his fingers, as he made his way to the master bedroom, eager to see Camilla.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The usual warmth that Camilla's presence...