“He’s appearing in my dreams often these days,” I muttered, any sign of a joke gone, and that stupid, fucking weight was back on my chest again. I didn't need to tell her who, because she knew everything, from A to Z.

“Did any major change happen lately?” she asked, her voice sharp and professional. “Or even a minor change is acceptable.”

I raised my right hand and showed her my ring finger. Her eyes widened when she saw my ring, but I just waved that look away. “We got married for business. Our fathers arranged this marriage. None of us had a choice.” I paused, swallowing. “But…”

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