Chapter 40

Sloane

“You’re both sick in your head,” Mateo said after he saw me playing with my ring bands on my finger.

I looked up from the couch, twirling the metal once more just to spite him. “You just figured that out now?”

It’s been weeks since I signed that contract, and well—it works so fine on me. I almost believe everything has fallen back to normal now.

“So where is he? Russia again?”

Our marriage