As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the sprawling mansion, the laughter of children echoed through the gardens. Short, the mischievous golden retriever, darted between the legs of the playing children, adding to their joyous chaos.
Inside the grand estate, Martha, who was busy tidying up their playroom, peered out of the window, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Your mother is back,” she informed the children, her tone filled with warmth.
The sound of Martha’s announcement sent the kids into a frenzy. Toys were discarded, and tiny feet hurriedly made their way towards the front of the mansion. It was a familiar sight Whenever Scovia returned home – her children would rush into her embrace.
But this time, something was different. As the children approached their mother, their eyes widened in disbelief. Standing beside Scovia was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a kind smile on his face.