Raellyn had entirely lost track of how long she had been gone since the driver Arnav had sent to escort her home gently urged her to leave her uncle’s residence. Dinner had filled her stomach, yes, but it brought no satisfaction. She had eaten in haste, and as always, rushed meals tasted like nothing at all empty, mechanical. The only thing she noticed now was how her shoes were slightly caked with mud when the mansion’s lights flickered on as she stepped into the front courtyard of her husband’s house.
The rain was still falling in relentless sheets, casting silver streaks beneath the streetlamps. Her driver, holding an umbrella above her head, walked with deliberate care as they reached the front steps. But the sight that met her made her stop cold.
She could hardly believe it.
Lined
