In love with my husband

Sleeping together

Lois’s POV

I stared out the window as we drove home, the city lights flickering peacefully in the distance. The drive was strangely quiet—too quiet. Aaron, who usually couldn't resist nagging or making sarcastic remarks, was silent beside me. Not that I was complaining. I reveled in the stillness, the absence of his irritating presence, and I couldn’t wait to get home and fall into bed.

The mansion my parents had picked out for us came into view as the car turned onto the driveway. It was tall, fine-looking in its own right, but small. Certainly nothing compared to the grand home I had grown up in, but it would do for now. At least until the divorce.

We walked inside in silence, and I couldn’t help but notice Aaron’s unusually pale face. His perfect hair, usually so meticulously styled, was slightly disheveled, which, strangely, made him look even more handsome. For a second, I wondered if his disquiet had something to do with me, and I felt a flicker of satisfaction at the thought.

The weight of everything that had happened today finally hit me. I handed him the brown envelope.

“Here is the contract,” I said, my voice steady, though my fingers were a little shaky. I had drafted the contract days ago—something to set boundaries, something to make sure that neither of us encroached on the other’s space. He couldn’t just waltz in and out of my life like he owned it.

“A contract?” Aaron echoed, pulling it from the envelope. He sounded confused, maybe even annoyed. “Why would we need a contract as a married couple?”

I didn’t even try to mask the disdain in my voice as I replied. “This isn’t a love marriage. Some boundaries need to be set.”

His brow furrowed as he read through the contents. “We’re to stay in separate rooms? What about tonight—our wedding night?”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but it was hard not to. This guy was really something. Was he for real? As if I’d fall into some romantic honeymoon phase after all of this.

“I’m too tired to argue tonight,” I muttered, “Just read the rest of the contract and know your place. My room is upstairs, yours is downstairs. You have no business upstairs, and I don’t want to see you there.”

Without another word, I turned and walked up the stairs, too drained to hear whatever protest he might’ve had.

When I reached the second floor, I was met with an unwelcome surprise. There was no bedroom in sight. Only an indoor pool area, a laundry room, and a home theater. I froze in frustration. My parents had definitely planned this. They always were two steps ahead.

I sighed, standing there for a moment before glancing back down at Aaron. He was sitting on the couch, looking... suspiciously calm. I felt a pang of embarrassment—after my tough, demanding attitude, here I was with no room to sleep in.

With a reluctant sigh, I descended the stairs and walked back toward him, trying to ignore his questioning gaze as I entered the nearest room.

I quickly changed out of my wedding gown and stepped into the shower, the cold water cascading over me, easing the tension in my body. It felt so good to finally be alone, away from the chaos of the day. As I stood there, the water washing away the fatigue, my mind wandered.

I was married to Aaron Carson—the richest man in the country. A necessary evil, but it would help my company. That was all that mattered. But as I thought about him, I couldn’t deny it: he was looking better than I remembered. More handsome, more confident. His blue eyes were striking, almost mesmerizing. I immediately pushed those thoughts aside. He was my enemy, nothing more.

Once I finished showering, I dried off with a fresh towel and went through my skincare routine, then collapsed into bed. I was beyond exhausted. The day had drained me, and all I wanted was rest.

I barely registered the sound of the door creaking open as I drifted off to sleep. Maybe I left it open? It didn’t matter. I was too tired to care.

The Next Morning

I woke up the next morning feeling... different. It was odd, almost as if I had slept for hours instead of just a few. My body felt revitalized, every muscle loose and relaxed, every bone in my body humming with energy. It wasn’t something I usually experienced in the mornings, but today felt special.

The pillow beneath my head was oddly firm yet soft, providing a comfort I hadn’t expected. It was strange because I didn’t remember changing pillows during the night.

As I sat up, I realized something was off. The shape beneath my hand was wrong. I squinted, still half-asleep, and immediately froze. The “pillow” I had been lying on... it wasn’t a pillow at all.

I lifted my head slowly, my heart racing as I realized the truth. It wasn’t a pillow—it was Aaron.

Before I could process anything, I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Arghhhhhhh!"

Aaron shot up, his eyes wide with shock, and I scrambled away from him in a panic.

“Lois!” he exclaimed, clearly startled. I could barely form words, my mind reeling from the shock of waking up in such an intimate position.

I wanted to scream more, to demand answers, but I was too stunned. The morning had just taken a very wild turn.