Allison POV.

Williams had always known how to make a statement. So when he discovered through his P.A., Jonathan, that my childhood home was still standing but in desperate need of repairs, he decided to do something monumental.

One morning, I woke up to the sound of construction. Groggy and irritated, I peered out my window to see a team of workers swarming my house like ants. New windows, a fresh coat of paint, a completely renovated garden—it was a full-scale makeover.

I stormed outside, my robe flapping in the wind. “What the hell is going on here?” I shouted at the foreman.

He tipped his hat, looking apologetic but...