One week.
That was how long it had been since Evelyn officially became Axel Knight's lawful wife.
And if she had to sum up her new life in a single word, it would be this: chaos.
Pure, maddening, mind-twisting chaos.
From the very beginning, Axel had turned her expectations upside down.
She thought marriage meant they'd at least live together, that he'd settle into the cozy fourth-floor apartment with her and Oliver. She braced herself for the awkwardness of adjusting to a man like Axel in her space; his presence, his habits, his domineering aura.
But no. He didn't even give her that chance.
The very night their marriage began, Axel left. He flew back to the capital and never came back.
Not once.
He hadn't called her, either. She would understand if he never called her, but he also hadn't called Oliver. Not even a simple text to say, "Hello," or "I'm alive, don't worry."
