Gwynn’s privacy was not so much about looking after her as it was about keeping a watchful eye on her. The poor lady didn’t have any freedom except for when Noah was in the villa.

He might’ve given her a wealthy life and bought her the most expensive clothes, but she was nothing but a puppet to him.

This was the first time Zoe had seen Gwynn.

Her sister-in-law was much younger and more petite than she had imagined. She had fair skin and her features were as defined as they were fragile, giving off a sense of delicate beauty.

It was the middle of the night and she was wearing a silk robe while she played the piano.

Her sleepwear hung loosely on her dainty frame, masking the fact that she was six months pregnant.

Noah was sitting on a couch next to the piano, still wearing his work shirt and long pants. He had a laptop on his knee, keeping a watch on his wife while he worked.

At that moment, it almost looked like everything was as well as it could be.

Zoe called out to him so