The room was cloaked in silence — the kind so heavy, so absolute, that no one dared speak, afraid to shatter it.
Rosalind's gaze was fixed on the man she had taken as her husband — Dorian Valemont.
"Everything I've done has been for you, Rosalind Castillon."
Perhaps, all this time... she was the one who had never fully stepped into this marriage.
It was her — the one who had always chosen to believe in what she thought was right, but had never truly believed in Dorian's words.
The day he took her hand and walked her down the aisle, he had chosen to strip away his mask — to live beside her as his true self.
But what about her?
Her choice had been to lay each brick carefully, one by one, building the wall that kept him at a distance.
Maybe it was the idea that he was cold and unfamiliar — a stranger — that made her force herself never to believe anything he said.Because he was Dorian Valemont. And she "had to" distrust him.
