Elena’s POV
“I know the marriage was strictly a contract, but the fact that Adrian hasn’t looked at me in a romantic way even once since we got married is something I don’t seem to understand.”
I’m sitting in Taylor’s office, hands wrapped around a coffee cup I haven’t touched. The words spilled out before I could stop them.
Taylor leans back in his chair, studying me with that calm, measured expression he always wears. “What were you expecting, Elena?”
“I don’t know.” I stare into the coffee. “Not romance, obviously. But… something. Acknowledgement, maybe. He barely even stays at home. And when he does, it’s like I don’t even exist. He sleeps on the couch, Taylor. Every single night.”
“He’s giving you space.”
“It doesn’t feel like space. It feels like avoidance.” I set the cup down
