Brayden's POV
I should have said it.
It was just one word. And yet, that one word had lodged itself in my throat and refused to dislodge.
We had sat there on the rooftop, Larissa looking ethereal under the soft glow of the fairy lights. The food was good and the company was better. Conversation flowed easily between us, something I would have thought impossible when we started this arrangement.
“Do you miss it?” I had asked.
“Miss what?”
“Your old life.” I had asked. “Before the trial. Before the murder. Before…”
‘Before me’ is what I had wanted to ask.
Because I was selfish and I just didn’t want to know if she missed the life she had had before Lara’s murder but also if she missed the life she had before me. Before our fake marriage. Before the contract. Before I dragged her into
