Vivian's POV
My pulse hammered against my throat so violently I was certain he could hear it.
His thumb traced slow circles across my knuckles, brushing against the diamond that felt heavier than ever on my finger. I shifted beneath his weight, despising how my body betrayed me with every gentle touch. Despising how desperately I craved to eliminate the space between us and surrender to whatever this was.
Like some pathetic woman starved for affection.
Which wasn't entirely inaccurate.
"I cannot do this," I whispered, my words barely audible.
Become his wife?
Liam spoke as though it were the simplest decision in the world. As if all I needed was to nod and he would hand me everything I could ever desire.
But I had no interest in everything.
I simply wanted to feel whole again. To stop being the woman whose entire existence had just crumbled around her.
