Namara's POV:

'Honestly, I am tired of having to keep up with this act.' The words echoed in my head like a mantra I couldn't escape, even as Damien's arms wrapped around me tighter, with his breath hot against my hair.

God, I was so exhausted, and bone-deep weary of pretending to be the dutiful, filial wife, the one who leaned into her husband's comfort like it was a lifeline.

Every muscle in my body screamed to shove him away, to claw at his face and demand answers about my father's death, ...