Marisol’s P.O.V
I sat in the car, pulse racing, heart pounding fast in my chest as Atticus sped past all the other cars in a blur.
At that moment, I noticed the way his temples pulsed, the way his veins popped out as his fingers clenched around the steering wheel. He was furious. And right now, I was the one who provoked such an extreme reaction from him.
What if he crashes the car? What if we both end up losing our lives?
I was befuddled because no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around why he was so mad. Or, was there a rule that he mentioned that my mind skipped?
A rule that had to do with Conrad or any other man? We weren’t in love, for crying out loud. Our marriage was just for the sake of a contract.
He married me for the sake of helping me
