Zara Fox's POV
I watch Julian rush out, and I feel my nerves, which were about to snap, begin to relax. I won't lie: negotiating with a man with that kind of experience is like trying to tame a gale with a paper umbrella. But I learned from the best.
My parents taught me that even the wildest hurricane can surrender and become a breeze… if you know exactly where to strike to break it.
I know this benefits us both. That's why I accepted his capitulation, in which I fulfill my duties as a wife in private. Or rather, I pretended to accept.
Because what Julian doesn't know is that I'm terribly hard to convince. I'm no longer the same woman who dreamed of fairytale endings, the one who lived in love with the idea of love, waiting for the right person.
My heart isn't broken: it's sha
