“Don’t worry. She can’t see a thing.”
The familiar male voice came from behind the half-open door.
“So she wouldn’t know even if I kissed you right now?”
A woman laughed softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Only a few steps away, Rosalie watched the man she had loved for years lower his head and kiss another woman.
What they didn’t know was that her sight had returned.
The betrayal wasn’t even the cruelest part. When Rosalie checked their records, she discovered that the marriage she believed was real had never been legally registered. The man who had promised to protect her forever had used her blindness to cheat right in front of her—and now he planned to marry another woman and steal everything that should have belonged to Rosalie.
If he could give her a fake marriage, she could come back with a real husband.
So Rosalie married Cassian Thackeray.
The moment they signed the papers, she recognized him.
He was the firefighter who had once carried her out of a burning building—the mysterious man she had been searching for ever since.
But Rosalie said nothing.
Cassian believed he had married a fallen heiress who simply needed a legal husband. Rosalie believed he was nothing more than a dangerous, emotionally untouchable fire chief.
Their rules were simple: separate bedrooms, separate lives, and absolutely no falling in love.
But Cassian was always there when someone tried to humiliate her, his arm locking possessively around her waist.
“I’m her husband,” he warned. “Who gave you permission to touch her?”
And when Rosalie treated his injuries late at night, her fingers traced the hard planes of his bare, heated chest. It was supposed to be medical. Nothing more.
Until he trapped her between his arms, their mouths barely an inch apart.
“Your hands are shaking,” he murmured.
“It’s a professional response.”
“Is that so?” His palm slowly closed around the back of her neck, his voice dropping lower. “Then why is your heart beating so fast?”
Again and again, they tested the boundaries. Again and again, they almost kissed—only to stop at the final inch.
Then Cassian came home before dawn, smelling of smoke and cold rain, and found the lamp she had left burning and the milk she had kept warm for him.
“You waited for me all night.”
“I forgot to turn off the light.”
Cassian stared at her, his thumb pressed against the frantic pulse in her wrist.
“Rosalie, your body is much more honest than your mouth.”
She was beginning to forget that their marriage was only a contract. She was beginning to forget that she had married him merely to reclaim everything stolen from her.
But then Cassian’s signature appeared on confidential corporate documents.
And Lucian Thackeray—the mysterious billionaire heir who never showed his face in public—had the same unforgettable gray-blue eyes as her husband.
As Rosalie begins digging into the man sleeping just one room away, she realizes Cassian has never told her who he truly is.
And their marriage may never have been an accident.
