Chapter 5

Caroline POV

Next, I began clearing out my belongings.

The house was filled with gifts Isaac had given me over four years.

Hermès bags, complete sets of Cartier jewelry, limited edition heels.

Once, these were all proof of his love for me.

I contacted luxury goods resellers.

Because of the volume, they brought an authenticator directly to the house.

"Mrs. Gerald, several of these bags are brand new. Are you sure you want to sell them all?"

The authenticator wore gloves, his face full of regret.

"Yes."

I sipped my coffee, my tone calm. "Wire transfer. The faster the better."

When Isaac came home, he happened to witness workers carrying out boxes.

The house was half empty, seeming somewhat desolate.

"What's going on?" He frowned, looking at the emptied closet.

"I want to redecorate."

I walked over and helped him loosen his tie. "Clear out everything from the past. After the wedding, replace it all with new things. I want our home—every corner—to be a fresh start."

Isaac froze.

Then a smile appeared in his eyes.

He probably thought I was so madly in love with him that I wanted to completely say goodbye to the past and wholeheartedly become his mate.

"Alright."

He held my hand and kissed my fingertips, his eyes full of affection. "Whatever you say. As long as you're happy, you can tear down the whole house."

"Oh, right."

I pointed to the dog bed in the corner. "I sent Buddy to the pet hotel for boarding. The house is chaotic these days—didn't want to disturb him."

Buddy was the puppy we'd raised together.

Isaac usually doted on him most.

"Whatever you think is best."

He didn't suspect a thing, even seeming somewhat moved. "Caroline, you've worked so hard for this family."

After Isaac went into the bathroom to shower, my phone vibrated. A bank notification.

The number was long—enough to buy a small apartment outright.

I deleted the message and opened my private cloud storage.

I set that dashcam footage to send on a timer.

The recipient was the wedding venue's main control station.

Send time: 10 AM on the wedding day.

After finishing this, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Isaac emerged wrapped in a towel, water still dripping from his hair.

"Darling, grab me some pajamas."

I handed them to him.

As he took them, he pulled me into his embrace, his voice somewhat husky. "The wedding's the day after tomorrow. Are you nervous?"

I leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"Not nervous," I said. "I'm looking forward to it."

I was looking forward to how surprised he'd look when he saw the gift I prepared for him.