The penthouse was cold, just like its owner.
Emma stood in the lavish bedroom, feeling out of place. Across the hall, she could hear George talking on the phone.
"She's just a temporary inconvenience."
Her stomach twisted.
So this was how it would be.
She squared her shoulders and walked to her closet, pretending she hadn't heard. If he thought she would break that easily, he was wrong.
A knock at the door made her turn.
George leaned against the frame, watching her. "I hope you understand that this is nothing more than an arrangement."
She met his gaze. "Trust me, I never expected anything else."
For a moment, something flickered in his expression—but it was gone before she could place it.
"Good," he said simply, then left.
And with that, their married life began.