Chapter 138

That morning, the sun was already high when Damian arrived at the construction site. Dust filled the air as workers began marking the foundation area. Tamara stood not far from him, reviewing the design plans on her tablet. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, her face serious.

“Looks like everything’s on schedule,” Tamara said, glancing briefly at Damian.

Damian nodded. “Let’s hope it stays that way until the end.”

Today marked the first day of construction for the café they had designed together. It was supposed to be a fresh start—calm, simple, far from all the chaos of the past.

Suddenly, Damian’s phone rang. Nathan appeared on the screen.

“Excuse me for a second,” Damian said, stepping aside.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Damian, it’s me,” Nathan’s voice sounded tired.

“What’s wrong?” Damian immediately grew alert.

“Elena,” Nathan replied. “She keeps asking to go back to the Lancaster Mansion. She insists that you’re her husband—and th