Two weeks had passed, and the excitement on Zamian's face was undeniable. The past weeks had been challenging, filled with demanding meetings, restless nights, and long hours away from home, but the thought of seeing Mira again had overwhelmed him to the point where all the previous stress seemed to melt away.
The flight was booked, and they were set to arrive at the mansion in forty minutes—a thirty-minute flight followed by a ten-minute drive.
Zamian couldn't quite comprehend the intensity of his happiness. Of course, he knew he was excited to be reunited with his wife, but something about this moment felt different, more profound. It felt as if all he had ever wanted, all he had worked for, had been building up to this reunion with Mira.
