The drive to the Sebastien estate is chokingly silent.

Roxanne sits in the back of the luxury car stiffly, her hands curled into her lap. Across from her, her new husband reclines with effortless grace, his suit well tailored, and his gaze distant.

He has not spoken a word to her since they left the wedding venue, not even a whisper of reassurance, no comments…. Just nothing.

It was as if the whole drama at the wedding had been nothing more than a formality to him.

The reality of it starts to settle on her like a huge weight.

She is now Roxanne Sebastien.

Not by her choice, not by...