Lilith's Pov

My heart wouldn’t just calm down.

I hadn’t even done anything that dramatic—okay, maybe moving into my husband’s room was a bit much—but I wasn’t going to sit around being treated like a ghost bride.

“This is for the best,” I mumbled to myself as I paced into my room. “Either I fight now, or I let that man step on me with his devilishly expensive shoes for the rest of this marriage.”

I sank into my bed, let out a long sigh, and stared at the ceiling like it owed me answers. Then I grabbed my phone and called the only person who wouldn’t call me crazy:...