Chapter 10: The Arrangement Shifts
The first week of marriage was nothing like I expected.
I had braced for awkwardness, the particular, excruciating kind that comes from sharing space with someone you don’t fully know, the negotiation of bathrooms and schedules and the small, territorial things people never think to discuss before they’re already living them. I had prepared, in the quiet part of my mind that was always preparing for something, for Sebastian to revert. For the version of him I’d known across conference tables to reassert itself now that the wedding was over and the contract was signed and there was no longer an audience to perform for.
It didn’t happen.
What happened instead was stranger and considerably more difficult to categorize.
He gave me the entire east wing wi
