The Paper Marriage
Language: en
In the third year of our arranged marriage, I discovered my husband, Julian, was keeping a young mistress. He cut his overseas meeting short and flew back overnight. "She won't affect your status as Mrs. Sterling. "So, don't touch her." The man who was usually unflappable now couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes. Terrified that I would hurt the person at the tip of his heart. I nodded, said nothing, and turned to leave. Julian was used to being the heir to an empire. But I still wasn't used to being a socialite wife who danced with wolves. What suited me best was still the barren…