Lana POV
“Lana, wake up—”
I stirred, groaning as my stiff body stretched against the couch cushions. Every muscle ached, and I buried myself under the thin blanket, muttering, “It’s still too early…”
This man. He seemed eager to torture me in every possible way.
I barely slept last night. After my shower, I’d returned to the bedroom only to find him sprawled across the bed, taking up most of the king-sized mattress. A king bed—with enough room to host an entire football team—yet somehow, with him there, there wasn’t even space left for me.
I almost shook him awake, but then I noticed his face. He was sweating, brow furrowed, murmuring Luna’s name over and over. The sound twisted in my gut. Was this my fault? Was I selfish for agreeing to this scheme for money, ruining a marriage in th
