AMIYA'S POV I got out of the house. It was getting hard to breathe. I needed fresh air. ' Lana likes him, Ethan, my husband.' How could she do this to me? Did she take me to show her wealth, power yesterday? It had nothing to do with friendship. Tears were making her eyes misty, giving a burning sensation. Tears were rolling down like a stream. Ethan wasn't happy with me either. At night when he hugged me, I thought everything would be all right. But I was wrong, he continued shouting in the morning. I didn't force him to marry me, it was he. He gave me this life, this title. She tried to distract her mind, glancing around the garden, lemon green grass, red roses at the one side of it. Nothing could help her. Her brain refused her to give up on Ethan. Her eyes were burning, her nose was running. She looked down at her. She was in the same dress. She rubbed her fingers on the cheeks. It made her fingers wet but couldn't stop the water running down h
Read more