Chapter 4

When Edward said "our home," the words resonated deeply within me, as if carrying a secret magic.

I slid into the car, my head spinning.

Just hours ago, I'd been crying over Jason.

And now, I was married to someone else.

Life was wilder than any TV drama.

Edward didn't drive us to the Smith Residence or my cramped apartment. Instead, we pulled into an upscale residential complex.

The elevator opened directly into a penthouse—one unit per floor.

He unlocked the door with his fingerprint. Inside was a spacious, immaculate home decorated in sleek blacks, whites, and grays. Nothing like…