Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 93

“Chronos Gardens—our new home,” Kent said matter-of-factly as he handed Silvia a small, elegant box. He gestured for her to open it. “The keys, debit cards, checkbooks—they’re all yours to keep, Mrs. Parsons.”

Living together after getting their marriage certificate felt like the natural next step.

Silvia was a little surprised at how fast everything was moving, but she didn’t protest. Still, the reality of her new role hadn’t fully sunk in. Staring at the neat stack of cards, checkbooks, and the shiny house key nestled on top, her fingers tightened slightly around the box.

She’d almost forgotten—being a wife came with its own set of responsibilities, managing the household among them.

But Kent wasn’t an ordinary man. His assets were vast, almost impossible to quantify, and Silvia felt a bit overwhelmed at the thought of being in charge.

Yet when she glanced at Kent, she saw he was completely serious, leaving her no choice but to compromise. “I’ll keep them safe for you, but I promise I won’t touch any of the money,” she said.

Kent just smiled, as if he’d handed her nothing more valuable than pocket change. “What’s mine is yours. Spend it however you’d like—you don’t need my permission.”

Silvia glanced out at the apartment complex, her thoughts swirling.

Chronos Gardens occupied a prime spot along the river in Capital City. The place boasted sweeping city views, sprawling open-plan layouts, and a price tag to match. Getting a place here was nearly impossible.

Had Kent always lived somewhere like this?

“It was only just finished,” Kent said as he noticed her gazing out the window. “This is our home now—a fresh start. If you don’t like the interior, we’ll change it. You can remodel everything to your taste.”

She shook her head quickly. Better not to get too attached to a place—it would only make it harder to leave if she ever had to.

Kent had a meeting at the office, so after dropping her off, he left.

Silvia hugged the little box to her chest as she made her way upstairs. When she opened the front door, she noticed a shoe cabinet with two pairs of slippers—one black, one white, one for a man, one for a woman. They were perfectly matched.

A flood of emotions washed over her as she slipped off her shoes and put on the white slippers, taking in her soon-to-be home.

The apartment was stylish in a minimalist way, all muted, soothing earth tones—a palette she loved, as if the place had been designed just for her.

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