MY HUSBAND IS MARRIED?

XIMENA.

How did I really feel now that I was in the mansion of a cold, cocky billionaire who married me just because he needed an heir to secure his inheritance?

Honestly, I didn’t even know. There was this strange heaviness sitting in my chest, a dull ache that refused to go away. Every time I remembered that my marriage to Jason Hansen was nothing more than a contract—something built on convenience, not love—I felt that pang again, sharp and hollow.

Still, I ...