Falling for the Goddess

This Is My Husband

After confirming that everyone would be joining her on the trip to South City, Sara Hart created a group chat.

She told everyone not to worry about arrangements—she would take care of everything. They only needed to bring their personal items; everything else was covered.

No one asked whether they'd be staying at her home or in a hotel. Given how many people were coming, most assumed it would be a hotel.

The car that came to pick them up arrived early. When Sara saw who was driving, she was genuinely surprised.

"Uncle Frank? You came personally?" she asked.

Frank Cooper opened the door with a smile. "Your Aunt Tais has been preparing ever since you said you'd be bringing friends back. I've got some free time lately, so I figured I'd come."

This wasn't the time for small talk, so everyone got in, and the car began its journey—leaving the new district and heading toward the old city.

Outside the windows, the scenery gradually changed: whitewashed walls, black-tiled roofs, ancient bricks and wood, narrow waterways, and stone bridges. The air grew quieter, the surroundings older, more serene.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a beautiful old courtyard residence. A dark wooden plaque by the wall bore a single carved character: H.

Just as the car came to a halt, a graceful middle-aged woman stepped out. Her hair was pinned neatly back with a hair stick, a soft teal shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked gentle, elegant, and welcoming.

Sara had just stepped out of the car when the woman approached her and called out warmly, "Sara..."

"Aunt Tais," Sara greeted with a smile.

She reached back, took Adrian Blake's hand, and introduced him. "This is my aunt Tais."

Adrian gave a polite nod. "Aunt Tais."

Tais Yates looked at their interlocked hands and paused in surprise.

"This is...?" she asked.

Sara's smile deepened. "This is my husband."

Her words left both Tais and Frank stunned.

"This is a long story," Sara added. "I'll explain everything later. These are all my friends—we're just here for a few days."

"Of course, of course! Come in, everyone." Tais beamed. This wasn't the place for catching up.

As they walked into the house, she explained, "Once you said you'd be bringing guests, I had the rooms cleaned up. We replaced all the linens and daily necessities—everything's ready for you to move right in."

"Thank you so much, Aunt Tais," Sara said, grateful.

The entrance led into a courtyard garden. Plum blossoms and other flowers lined the walls. In the center, there was a stone table and stools beside a small koi pond filled with lotus leaves and goldfish.

Off to the side, a corridor with gently arched eaves connected to the inner rooms. The entire structure was built with wood, ornate carvings decorating the windows—just like a classic JN garden.

It was stunning—and clearly old-money. Owning a place like this in the heart of the historic district was no small feat.

Everyone was quietly impressed.

Frank smiled. "Lunch will be ready soon. You can go freshen up first, then eat."

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. Go on. We'll catch up over lunch."