Chapter 5

Caroline POV

Next, I started clearing out my belongings.

My home was filled with all the gifts Isaac had given me over the past four years.

Hermès bags, Cartier sets, limited edition high heels.

Once, these were all proof of his affection.

I contacted a luxury consignment store.

Because of the sheer volume, they sent an appraiser directly to my home.

"Mrs. Gerald, these bags are all brand new. Are you sure you want to sell them all?"

The appraiser, wearing gloves, looked regretful.

"Sell them."

I took a sip of coffee, my voice calm. "Transfer the money, the sooner the better."

Isaac returned just as several workers were moving boxes.

The house was half-empty, feeling somewhat desolate.

"What's going on?" He frowned, looking at the empty walk-in closet.

"I want to redecorate."

I walked over, helping him untie his tie. "Clear out all the old stuff. After we're married, everything will be new. I want every corner of our home to be a fresh start."

Isaac paused.

Then, a smile spread across his face.

He probably thought I was hopelessly in love with him, wanting to completely bid farewell to the past and wholeheartedly become his wife.

"Okay."

He took my hand and kissed my fingertips. "Whatever you want. As long as you're happy, you can tear the house down."

I pointed to Buddy's dog bed in the corner. "I sent Buddy to a pet hotel. It's a bit messy here these days, and I didn't want him to be disturbed."

Buddy was our golden retriever, whom Isaac usually doted on the most.

"Whatever you say."

He didn't show any suspicion, even looking a little touched. "Caroline, you've worked so hard for this home."

While Isaac was in the bathroom showering.

My phone vibrated with a bank deposit notification.

A long string of numbers, enough to buy a small apartment in London.

I deleted the message and opened my private cloud storage.

I scheduled the dashcam video to be sent at a specific time.

The recipient was the wedding control center.

The send time was 10 AM on the wedding day.

After doing all this, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Isaac emerged, wrapped in a towel, his hair still dripping.

"Honey, could you grab my pajamas?"

I handed them to him.

As he took them, he pulled me into his arms, his voice a little husky. "The wedding's in two days. Nervous?"

I leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"Not nervous," I said. "I'm very much looking forward to it."

I'm very much looking forward to how surprised you'll be when you see the grand gift I'm giving you.