Jane POV:
Here I am, staring at this intelligent, stunning and sporadically tender man, my husband, reflecting if this is what destiny had in store for me, a few days ago I was just Jane... Jane Moore, an aspiring and I dare to even call myself talented writer, who lived in a rental apartment in New York with her lovely and sometimes very mischievous, attention-seekers companions, a cat and a dog. A divorced woman, perhaps a lonely woman who had absolutely no dear friend of family, yet an independent woman, one perfectly satisfied with how life was going at that particular time.
And now... Now I find challenging to even breathe normally while a whole new identity is handed to me, someone who is not me, someone who will be in the position to shower in money if that is her ambition, who w
