Chapitre 1: Disposal

After three months of the wedding day,

A beautiful two-storey house on a hillock was in the midst of the well-maintained garden. The rare, unique, and colorful flowers around and the view of the mountainous range made the place all the more breathtaking.

Near the cabana, not far from the house, the white drapes fluttered in the air. Anya was lying on the lounge, bathing in the warm sun of the spring. Her skin radiated under the skin, looking almost surreal when she was resting with her eyes closed.

Suddenly a shadow loomed over her, stopping the sun from caressing her skin and warming her body.

Anya smiled first before she requested the man, "Could we please own this place?" Even before his response, her smile broadened, unable to believe the place was exactly the same as she got in her dreams, if not more scenic.