—Eloise—

I dropped everything I was carrying, crossed the room, and flopped onto the bed.

Finally.

I had my own bedroom.

A door I could close whenever I wanted. At least I wouldn't have to wake up every morning with Caleb beside me while pretending this marriage was real.

But his face came back to me.

The way his expression had changed when I gathered my stuff and walked out of his room.

I frowned and rolled onto my side.

Why did he look so disappointed? Why did I ...