LOGINARI'S POV:"That went well, I guess?" I said, pursing my lips as the door slammed shut behind Henry. For an old man, he had some strength in him.Martin dragged out the word. "Really?"His face was neutral, no expression, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I didn't want him to think I was a liar, so I told the truth."What I said was true. All of it. Except the tears." I shrugged. "Those were fake. I didn't mean for things to get out of hand. I just wanted to show him that nothing stays the same forever.""But you also resented him for insulting you."I shook my head. "No." Martin gave me a questioning look so I kept going. "I resented him for not understanding what people like me go through. The sacrifice. The pain. The struggle just to get through each day. He looked down on me like I chose to be poor. Like it was some kind of failing. I just wanted to pull the veil from his eyes. I don't know if it helped."Martin was quiet for a second. Then he murmured, "Even though your s
ARI’S POV:He walked out without looking back, his shoulder stiff. I turned to Martin giving him a questioning look butMartin gave me a tight smile, asking if I would be okay on my own. I waved my hand at him. "Just go. See if he's alright."Martin nodded once and spun around, following Elias out of the room. Their footsteps faded down the hall and then I was alone with Henry."It seems the prodigal son has returned," Henry said, bending down to measure my waist.I blinked at him. Prodigal son. That was a weird thing to say. My mind started spinning. Did Elias have a son? Was there a kid somewhere that nobody told me about? I wasn't ready to take care of a child. I could barely take care of myself.And why was my brain even going there? It wasn't like I was actually his wife. This was a contract—a deal. Forty-five days and I was out. I didn't need to know about his family or his secrets or his possible children. That wasn't part of the agreement.I was still thinking about it, still
ARI’S POV:"She's my wife."I stared up at the man who had his hand on my waist, too surprised to speak. I didn't know what to do or how to act around him. He kept leaving me tongue-tied, like I never knew what to expect next.He glanced down at me and I felt heat rise to my cheeks.This was a play. I was supposed to act my part.So I did. I smiled up at him, sweet and soft, and placed my hand on his chest right over his shirt. "Honey, what are you doing down here? Isn't your call meeting over?"His eyebrows went up and I saw the ghost of a smirk on his lips. He was impressed.Maybe I should take up acting class after all this is over."Congratulations, Mr. Thorne." Henry bowed low, then turned to me. "And I apologize, Mrs. Ari, for my disrespect."My eyes went wide. Wow. This was how people treated the wealthy. Like they were royalty or something. I suddenly felt bad, as if I were mocking him just by standing there.I shot my husband a look and whispered under my breath. "What should
ARI'S POV:It took everything in me to rip myself away from that bed. I lay down for just a second, to feel the softness, and my eyes got heavy immediately. The pillows were like clouds, soft and fluffy marshmallows, and my body was screaming at me to just stay there, to drift off and forget about everything. But I forced myself up, dragging my feet to the bathroom.The bathroom was another thing entirely. Everything in this mansion screamed heaven on earth. Forget my pride. If Martin brought up that contract extension again, I would have grabbed it with both hands, feet included.There was a big black tub in the corner, the kind you see in magazines. It could fit five of me easily and still have space left. And yes, I know I'm that skinny. The walls were a soft gray color, calm and clean-looking. A sliding glass door opened to a shower space with big shower heads that rain water down on you. Little bottles lined a shelf inside, fancy shampoo and body wash that probably cost more than
ARI'S POV:You remember when I said the universe is never on my side? Well, it's not.I was sitting there in the most beautiful kitchen I had ever seen in my life, the kind you only see in fairy tales. Not the live-action movie version of a fairy tale, but the actual fairy tale. And I was just starting to relax, just starting to let myself breathe, when I heard footsteps behind me.I turned around on the stool, a glass of orange juice in my hand that Martin had slid across the island to me a few minutes ago, and there he was. My husband.He was dressed in a navy blue suit, the jacket fitted perfectly across his shoulders, with a matching blue striped tie knotted tight at his throat. His hair was styled back, neat and professional, like he had just stepped out of a magazine or a board meeting. Or both. And his eyes. They weren't looking at me, which was fine, because I knew if they were they wouldn't be carrying anything nice.Martin crossed over to him before I could even process that
ARI'S POV:I took one last look at the hotel room before walking out. This place was bigger than my entire house back home. The bed alone could fit three of me. And the food they kept bringing up, I barely touched any of it. What little I ate was just so I didn't pass out from hunger.I couldn't enjoy any of it. Not while my mom was lying in a hospital bed and Lena was probably worried sick about me. One day I'll tell myself that I deserve nice things too, but I know that's a lie. That day isn't coming.Martin showed up about an hour ago and told me to start packing. Then he went back downstairs to handle the checkout and whatever else people do when they leave places like this. He apologized for being late, said he got held up in a meeting with Mr. Thorne.The clock on the nightstand kept ticking. Past eleven in the morning.I switched my phone off completely last night after sending Lena a quick message. I just told her I was okay and would explain everything soon. My fingers kept i







