Zara’s POV***After what felt like an eternity, Roman finally turned to me. I set down the book I’d been holding, feeling his gaze on me. “Tell me more about yourself,” he asked, and his question took me by surprise.I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “Come on, I’m bored, and I can’t exactly get up to do anything,” he added, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.It reminded me of the past when he’d wanted me to spend the night at his place.“You are my wife; why should I…” he’d started, but I quickly interrupted him. “Wife-to-be,” I said, pretending to frown.“Please, please, please?” he had begged, eyes wide, his messy hair falling into his face, making him look like an adorable puppy.“Why did you get a place for me if you won’t let me stay there?” I had questioned him teasingly.Looking at his bruised features now, I felt a rush of longing. It hit me hard, how much I missed being in love with him. If only I hadn’t fallen for the devil who made my life hell.“Well, as you know, I’m
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