A home.
His wife had been away for nine months.
And the silence it left behind… was stronger than anything else.
Within two weeks, the tabloids started circling.
“A millionaire father can’t handle his own house.”
“37 nannies fired.”
“Six daughters out of control.”
Ethan didn’t read the comments.
I didn’t need it.
I lived inside them.
That night, he returned home late again.
Suit on. Phone in hand. Mind still on meetings.