Vivian's POV
It was late in the evening when I finally dragged myself down the sweeping staircase, my skull still throbbing from the lingering effects of my concussion.
Grace hadn't lingered long after we arrived. The moment she stepped into Liam's sprawling estate, she couldn't stop raving about the sheer enormity of the place. By the time she left, she was completely convinced that I'd landed in capable hands with my so-called husband.
I hadn't mentioned my decision to accept Liam's proposal and seal our arrangement, but Grace's knowing looks told me she'd already figured it out.
Once Grace departed, I'd wasted the entire afternoon tossing and turning, my mind refusing to quiet down. Sleep had been impossible with my thoughts racing in endless circles. Overthinking had always been my curse, one of the main reasons I despised solitude and had jumped at the chance to move in with Ryan when he suggested it.
