As the car pulled into the grand circular driveway of the Aelion Mansion, Ephyra leaned back against the seat, her expression neutral despite the rush of thoughts swirling in her mind. The marriage certificate was held by Jania—a stark reminder of the decision she had made, one that bound her to Lyle in ways she was still unraveling.
The moment the car stopped, Lyle stepped out first. He turned back to her, extending his hand. Ephyra hesitated for a split second before placing her palm in his and stepping out.
Once inside the mansion, the grandeur of the space felt almost oppressive in its perfection. Ephyra had barely walked a few steps when Lyle spoke.
"I have something for you."
Ephyra raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued, but she said nothing. Lyle extended his hand, and Jania, who had been trailing behind them, handed him a small black luxury case. The box's sleek surface shimmered faintly, catching the last rays of daylight.
