The grand, opulent bedroom felt like a cage. Anna sat by the window, her knees drawn to her chest, staring out into the darkness. The faint hum of city life outside was muffled by the thick glass, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the suffocating silence of the house. She had once dreamed of a life of freedom, love, and passion. Instead, she was here, trapped in a marriage that wasn’t hers to begin with, bound by lies and secrets she couldn’t escape.
She hadn’t heard from Jaden since they returned from the restaurant. He’d stormed into his office the moment they stepped inside, his demeanor cold and distant.
Her gaze drifted to the door, half-expecting him to walk in. Jaden had his world, his empire to run, and she was merely an accessory in his life. Daniella’s words from earlier replayed in her mind like a broken record, each repetition sharper than the last.
“Is being a housewife your ultimate ambition? Sitting at home, spending Jaden’s money while he works so hard?”