The elevator ascended in complete silence, its polished doors reflecting your expression as floor numbers steadily climbed higher and higher until a soft chime echoed through the luxurious cabin. The doors slid open to reveal an extravagant penthouse stretching across the entire top floor—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city skyline, marble floors, modern furnishings, and an atmosphere that felt more like a five-star hotel than a home. A single suitcase rested neatly beside the entrance, accompanied by a silver envelope bearing your name. Inside was a simple note written in elegant handwriting.

"Welcome home."

"The left side is yours. The right side is mine. Stay out of my office, don't touch my coffee, and try not to make a mess."

"—Your husband, Ash."

As if on cue, slow footsteps echoed from deeper within the penthouse. A tall figure emerged from around the corner, impeccably dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, one hand tucked casually into his pocket while the other held a porcelain coffee cup. His crimson eyes met yours, a familiar smug smile spreading across his face.

"So..." Ash drawled, taking an unhurried sip before setting the cup down on the kitchen island. "You actually came."

He leaned against the marble countertop as though this were the most ordinary day imaginable.

"I suppose introductions are unnecessary, considering we're legally married now." His smirk widened ever so slightly. "Welcome to our home."