I exhale slowly. “Like I’m being bought. Like I’m being kept.”
“Tell me, Paige,” he says, his silver eyes punching with brightness, “what did you expect to feel?”
The breath catches in my throat. The worst part about it is that he has a point.
A marriage with benefits. That’s what I signed up for.
But it isn’t what I want.
Equality. That’s what I want. Whether our marriage is real or not, I want to be equals with my husband… But how on earth I can achieve that when he’s so far above me remains a mystery.
“Excuse me,” I mumble, already backing out of the room.
His hand lifts towards me. For a moment, I think he’s going to stop me from leaving. But then his mouth shuts and he lets me go.
It’s been days and I still haven’t shared a bed with my wife.
After Paige fell asleep in the gre
