Sugarcoated Ultimatum

Kaelen’s POV

The long, solitary drive back to the sprawling Lancaster estate in my Bentley felt like dragging myself by the collar to a funeral. Specifically, it was the death of my spontaneous, unburdened past. Every stoplight and every slow turn down the winding roads dragged me closer to a life I never truly wanted. For six agonizing years, I kept a classified marriage certificate sealed tight