The Confession She Wasn’t Ready For

Emma stared at the new contract, her hands trembling slightly.

The agreement had always been clear: one year of marriage,then a quiet separation.

Now, he wanted to change the rules.

She swallowed hard. "Why are you doing this?"

George sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because I don't want you to leave."

Her heart pounded.

"That doesn't mean you love me," she whispered, almost afraid to hear his answer.

He exhaled sharply, his gaze piercing. "No. But it means I don't want to lose you."

She had spent months telling herself she didn't care. That this was just a deal.

Then why did it feel like she was the one losing control?