A weak grin crept across Tessa’s face. “I see. Goodnight, honey.”
Anton gave her a passionless kiss on the cheek, then floated into his bedroom. For a few seconds, Tessa stood there, pondering married life.
The first few years with Anton were nice, but not because she found him sexy or captivating. It was because of Mama. She knew her mother would love him and be delighted to learn her daughter was involved with a man of means. It never occurred to her to consider what she wanted. That would be selfish and childish.
After stepping down the hallway, Tessa stared at her bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was roomy, luxurious and gleaming with old world charm. But it still felt like a cage. After a few hours of failing to get to sleep, she needed to break free.
Remembering that they
