(...) Two years later

Time seems to fly by. When she arrived at the Reviello mansion, she had brought in her luggage countless uncertainties and fears. As the months went by, these doubts were dissipated. Two years later, Florence really felt like home to her. Every employee, every corner of the property, has become familiar to her.

Domenico is always willing to help her. Francesca treats her as if she were her daughter. On rare occasions, Marco appears to entertain her. Asher, however, left a month after her arrival and never returned. Throughout all this time, Eleonor has not met her husband.

Not that she care about it. She put aside some feelings, and others grew in their place. It was inevitable to develop a deep hatred for the man who left her at the altar and didn't even show his face to her. She doesn't even know the sound of his voice. If it weren't for the huge diamond weighing her finger, she would forget that she's married. Florence isn't Florence of Reviello anymore. The mansion is no longer