(Alexander's POV)

After depositing Olivia onto the silk-covered bed, I turned immediately toward the door. I needed distance from her intoxicating scent and the way her small form looked so fragile against the burgundy sheets.

But when I reached for the handle, it wouldn't turn. The damn door was locked from the outside.

Katherine must have orchestrated this, thinking she was helping our marriage. If only she knew how broken things really were between ...