Amelia straightened the silk slip, its soft lace barely grazing her skin. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the opulent bedroom—a room where she had been waiting for her husband, Austin. Tonight was supposed to be special, a new chapter for their fledgling marriage. That was her plan to make him believe she accepted her fate and would be a good wife to him.Yet, here she was, hours later, the elaborate dinner she specially asked to cook growing cold, the carefully chosen lingerie feeling like a costume for a play no one was watching.
The sound of laughter, light and familiar, drifted from down the hall. Veronica. Austin's ex-wife. Amelia's jaw tightened. She had seen them earlier, a casual brush of hands, a shared smile that spoke of a history she wasn't a part of.
