Rena
The sheet felt cold against my skin despite the warmth that had filled the room moments before. I clutched it tighter to my chest, my knuckles whitening as I tried to process Armani's words.
"Twenty years?" My voice cracked. "Did you just say twenty years?"
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the man beside me. The man who, mere minutes ago, had held me with such tenderness I thought I might dissolve into him completely. Now, a chasm seemed to open between us, widening with each beat of silence.
"Yes, Rena. Twenty years." Armani's voice was gentle, soothing—the voice he used when he thought he was being reasonable. "It's in the revised contract."
"Revised contract?" The words tasted bitter on my tongue. "What revised contract?"
Memories flickered through my mind—the
