Alex Pov
I always knew the day would come when Nikolai wouldn’t want me anymore—or at least, not my name.
He never wanted me in any other way, so that was one less thing to worry about.
Still, the thought of offering him an annulment lived rent-free in my head.
I’d rehearsed it so many times, the words felt like second nature.
Neither of us wanted this marriage. It wasn’t ours—it was for our parents, a deal we got stuck upholding.
So, why was he talking about building a sewing room?
He knew as well as I did that this wouldn’t last.
He’d let me go eventually, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for that day.
Last night had been another reminder of how mismatched we were.
We were like puzzle pieces from different boxes, forced together.
It was only a matter of time before it all
