A Different Kind of Decision
Marisol brushed at her eyes discreetly.
“You don’t need to do this, sir.”
“I’m not doing anything remarkable,” Ashton said. “I’m realizing I should have noticed sooner.”
She hesitated before speaking again.
“My rent is overdue. The school keeps sending reminders. I… I didn’t know what else to do.”
Ashton glanced toward Daniel, who respectfully looked down.
At the far end of the property stood a small guest cottage that had sat unused for years.
The thought came swiftly—and felt undeniably right.
“There’s a cottage at the back of the grounds,” Ashton said. “It’s been empty. You and Oliver can stay there. No rent. And starting tomorrow, your salary will double.”
Marisol stepped back.
“I can’t accept that. It’s too much.”
“It isn’t,” he replied firmly. “It’s long overdue.”
Daniel cleared his throat.
“I’ll help prepare the place this weekend.”
Marisol’s eyes filled again—but this time there was no embarrassment. Only relief.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
That evening, for the first time in years, four plates were set along the long dining table.
Laughter replaced the echo.
Ashton did not feel powerful.
He felt present.
