Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. I stirred, trying to stretch, but a heavy arm was thrown across my waist, and a firm chest pressed against my back. Panic fluttered in my stomach as the events of yesterday rushed back. I am married now to Lysander.

“Good, you’re awake,” he said, his voice gruff with sleep. I froze, suddenly hyper-aware of him.

Lysander. My husband. The reality hit me like a cold splash of water. He hadn’t ...