Ava’s POV

The car ride back to the estate was tense, but definitely not for Orion.

I sat back in the leather seat, my head tilted slightly as I gazed out the window. Orion sat rigid beside me, his jaw clenched as if he were waiting for me to explode, his hand resting tentatively on my thighs.

The handcuffs still bound us, and when the chain tugged with his slightest movement, he smirked. He expected me to fume, to lash out, but I wasn’t giving him that satisfaction.

I had agreed, even signed the damn papers just to get out of this absurd situation. But my dear husband left the...