THE PERFECT FACADE.

XIMENA

It’d been two years. Two years since I signed that marriage contract with Jason Hansen. Two years of living together like total strangers while the tension in the atmosphere burned between us. Two years of pretending and lying to the public that we were nothing more than business partners—that I was nothing more than a shareholder in his company—while the tension thickened between us. Two years since I abandoned my modeling job just to have the White Horse ...