The question appears alone, with Gustavo traveled. With Ethan too.
I remember Paris, I remember New York. I remember weekend getaways where everything seemed perfect.
We were doing well in privacy, there were never any complaints. There was never coldness. So...
What did I lack? Why was I never more than a comfortable possibility?
I walk to the kitchen and rest my hands on the counter.
I wanted the title, I don't deny it. I wanted to be his wife. I wanted to officially bear the surname Blackwood.
Not out of interest, but because I believed we fit in.
Because I understood his world without me having to explain it, because I knew how to hold a conversation at any table, because I knew how to protect his public image.
Because I knew how to accompany him in his ambition.
So why wasn't
