Chapter 12

• I stood beside Roslyn, hosting the success party for the biggest deal of my company. We presented a united front, a perfect couple to the world. But behind closed doors, we were nothing more than two strangers sharing a facade.
• It had been a year of marriage, and I hadn't touched my wife yet. Not because I was repulsed by her—Roslyn was stunning—but because I vowed never to force myself on any woman. I wanted passion, not obligation.
• But tonight, Roslyn looked breathtaking, her beauty radiating like a beacon, drawing every male eye in the room. I hated it. Resented the way they ogled her, their gazes lingering on her curves.