And I needed to find out what.
Days passed, and my new life as Mrs. Trayson felt like a carefully rehearsed lie.
Duke was gone most of the time, locked in meetings or vanishing for hours without a word. When we did cross paths, his gaze always lingered on me a second too long, as if he was waiting for something.
But what?
I forced myself to play the role of the perfect wife. The perfect mother.
Every night, I sat beside Lukas’ bed, reading bedtime stories in the same soft tone Britney used. Every morning, I smiled over breakfast, watching the little boy eat while Duke watched me.
But beneath my mask, I was investigating.
I reached out to Fay, my personal assistant—the only person who will find out the truth.
"Find out everything you can about Duke," I whispered into my phone one evening, locked inside the bathroom. "I don’t care how dangerous it is. Just do it."
Fay hesitated. "Mia, are you sure?"
"I need answers." My grip tightened around the phone.
If I was going to be trapped in this marriage, I needed to know who I was married to.
But before I could get those answers, everything changed.
One reckless, heated night shattered the fragile walls I had built around myself.