Cassian's POV
I had been pissed off since the wedding night.
She couldn't understand why her monthly visitor had decided to visit her that night. She never really wanted me, no matter how hard I tried, the effort I invested to make her happy and feel at home.
The roses, the scented candles in her room or in the bathroom, that isn't Cassian, that isn't me, but I guess she wouldn't understand it, what it took for me to put in such effort. To top it all, her monthly visitor was in sync with her.
I never wanted to see her anywhere around my house till she was done with that imposter, but she haunted me like my father's wandering ghost.
I could still see the look on her face that night, confusion, fear, something else that I couldn't name. I had expected obedience, perhaps even silent surrender, given her position, just as she had during the wedding vows.
