Francesca only had to lower her head to meet Julian’s gaze.

—Soft. Tangled. Almost tender enough to fool someone.

It didn’t move her.

It only made something cold and tragic rise in her chest.

She lifted her chin a little, forcing the tears back, her voice rough with restraint. “Julian, how am I supposed to forgive you? Tell me—how are we supposed to be husband and wife again? All those days and nights… I cried until I had ...