Cynthia’s POV
I wake up with a satisfied smile, thinking maybe I’ve been overreacting for nothing.
Alexander is gradually warming up to me. Last night was proof—he slept with me.
I can hardly contain the thrill that rushes through me; this is what I’ve been waiting for, and it’s finally happening. Once again, I feel like I have won without having to do much.
Claire’s resemblance to Isabel, her presence, it means nothing now. She has no place between us.
I turn over to face Alexander, sliding closer as I say, “Happy you’re finally letting me in.” But his response stops me cold. I feel my fingers clutch at the fabric of my dress, my jaw tightening.
What does that mean? Did he just sleep with me for the sake of it? No, he wouldn’t do that. He loves me—I just have to make him realize
