AMAYA'S POV
“Stop being clumsy, Mrs. Wellington. I’ll be back.” Logan’s words echoed in my ear as he placed me on the couch.
The soft click of the door pulled me back to reality.
He is gone.
My confusing husband is gone.
Staring at the door, I couldn’t even focus on the pain in my arm. It hurt like hell, but my heart hurt even more.
What have I gotten myself into?
A loveless marriage where they resent my father.
Beatrice’s words echoed in my ears, and for a moment, I felt like ending it all. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. No matter how I looked at it, I was being punished. That was the reason I was married into this family.
My trembling fingers tangled and untangled as my mind drifted back to yesterday—when Logan helped me treat my wound.
I should have told him where the real wo
