Diego's POV

“Diego.”

I blinked, and I was staring at Davina, not Elena.

As different as the two situations were—“night and fucking day” didn’t even begin to cover it—it didn’t feel that different.

It felt like I was being asked to prove my love all over again.

“What’s the plan, Davina?” I asked.

She shut her eyes. “She loves you. Armando knows that she’s your fiancée. You need a wife. All three things suggest that marrying Lotta is the right thing to do.”

“And ...