Tanya's POV
I woke up to an empty room. Rodrigo must have left as usual. This mansion was too quiet and boring, and the nightmare that I was trapped in, called marriage, wasn't helping things.
"I can't keep living like this," I muttered to myself, throwing the covers aside. The plush carpet beneath my feet did little to comfort the emptiness that loomed in the air.
Making my way downstairs, the grand staircase echoing my solitary footsteps. In the kitchen stood Maria, the head maid, busy preparing something while engaging in a lively conversation with the other maids. The clinking of utensils and the hum of their chatter filled the room.
"Morning, Tanya," Maria greeted, her eyes briefly meeting mine.
"Morning," I replied, attempting a smile. I poured myself a glass of juice, wanting
