Dahlia's POV
His words echoed in my mind like a cruel joke. Soren claiming he was good to me felt like the ultimate mockery. I knew the truth that cut deeper than any blade - I was nothing more than Diana's shadow, a replacement for the woman he truly desired.
Any man would accept what I offered so willingly. Especially when I carried his name as his wife, even if only on paper. I had to acknowledge one undeniable fact though - despite his age, Soren possessed an incredible stamina that left me breathless. His approach in the bedroom held no tenderness, no gentle caresses that lovers shared.
