Elena
I sat on the edge of my bed, finally alone after enduring hours of Tiffany following me around. The woman had trailed me everywhere—all around the banquet, even standing outside while I went to the bathroom.
It was humiliating and exhausting, but at least she couldn’t follow me into my bedroom at night, so that was a relief.
As I sat there, I caught a glimpse of myself looking small and miserable in the full-length mirror. I looked down at my arms, turning them over to examine them properly for the first time in years.
They were thin, too thin, with barely any muscle definition.
How had I let myself become so weak?
The answer came immediately: I’d done it for Killian. All for him.
Before my marriage, I’d never been this frail, even though my adoptive pa
