Chapter 345

Ava's POV Joseph pulled me into the house, and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a beautiful and spacious home, but what truly took my breath away was the interior. Though unfurnished, the space was filled with countless peach roses, candles, and heart-shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the living room was a plush cream-colored rug surrounded by colorful throw pillows of various sizes. A small table held strawberries, chocolate, and chilled wine. Joseph was recreating one of our most beautiful nights together. He'd always been extravagant, cliché, and dramatic, but this time he'd taken things to an entirely new level. "Whose house is this?" I turned to him, still astonished by everything around me. "It's our house," Joseph stepped closer. "I don't understand," I was completely confused, my brain seemingly frozen by what I was seeing. "Ava, I bought this house about five years ago," he explained. "Even though I have the pack house, my sister's family lives there