~Abigail's POV~
Leaning my back against the door, I can't control the sob that tears out of my throat before I slide down, my spine scraping against the wood until I'm sitting on the cold floor. My hands clutch at my hair, my chest tightening with every shaky breath.
It's my honeymoon. I'm supposed to be happy, right?
But I'm not. I'm angry. Furious. And no matter how much I tell myself to calm down, I can't.
It's not Liam waiting outside.
It's Darius.
I have everything now... power, status, money. I could use his name to protect my sisters, to finally protect myself. I'm supposed to see this as an opportunity, as freedom disguised in gold rings and silk sheets.
But I don't feel free.
I feel trapped.
And here I am, crying in a bathroom that's bigger than my first apartment.
It takes me almost ten minutes to pull myself together. When I finally open the door, Darius is standing there... tall and looking strangely… uncertain.
