She looked uncomfortable from the moment the ceremony began until it ended. In her eyes, I saw nothing but disappointment and sadness.
When she spotted me, rage and resentment flared in her gaze. The realization that I was her husband hit her like a slap to the face.
She acted nothing like I expected from someone chosen for this arrangement. I was every woman’s dream—wealthy, powerful, handsome. But Ella didn’t care about any of that.
At first, I assumed she was only pretending to dislike her new life. But as the wedding progressed, it became glaringly obvious—she hated me. She would’ve declined the deal in a heartbeat if she’d known it involved marrying me.
It wasn’t even her fault the first time we met in the Hopkins apartment where I went for a business conference. She had just step
