The day started like any other at Archer Manor, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun. Birds chirped, flowers bloomed, and the distant hum of daily activities resonated through the estate. However, as the hours unfolded, the sky began to change. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, carrying with them a sense of impending chaos.
"What?!" Ophelia exclaimed.
"What do you mean he's not coming back this evening?" she asked with a visible annoyance in her tone.
Ophelia's heart sank as she realized that her plans for the evening were now ruined. She had been eagerly anticipating the start of their divorce process, but somehow fate is not on her side.
"I apologize on behalf of my master, Your Grace. However, the location of hunting where Lord Archer was is currently caught up with the storm. A messenger came just now. He informed us that Lord Archer is stranded and unable to return until the storm passes," the servant explained, bowing slightly.
