Chapter 211

• MEAN WIFEY
• "Morning!" I greet my phony husband on our first morning in this so-called marriage sham. The words feel strange on my tongue—a mix of irony and genuine warmth. Who knew pretending could be so complicated yet so sweet?
• Contrary to what I surmised, the night in his arms was beautiful. I didn't even turn. I didn't wander away from his candle. I slept like a baby. I hope he did the same too. His embrace was unexpectedly comforting—a fortress that shielded me from my worries and the endless loop of thoughts that usually keep me awake.