Emilia was taken aback. Today was supposed to be her joyous day with Gael, and she was looking forward to getting ready for their wedding night. She didn’t expect him to suddenly lash out like this.

Emilia believed that hosting the wedding made her Gael's wife. So, she dismissed him. She opened the car door and said, “You must be too tired and talking nonsense, Gael. I’m your wife. Where could I possibly go?”

Gael remained seated in the car. He didn't move a muscle. He watched as Emilia held up her dress and stepped up the stairs toward the entrance. She looked like the mistress of the villa. Well, she almost was.

At that moment, a maid approached and looked at Gael. “Do you really think of this place as a new home, Mr. Gael?”

Gael stepped out of the car, his long legs striding forward. “No.”

The maid felt relieved. She and the others preferred Yanni and didn’t care for Emilia. Just by looking at her, Emilia seemed petty with a sharp and difficult demeanor.

Gael stood in the dark