“My illicit spouse.
I shared a kiss with my father’s closest friend, and it didn’t quite unfold as expected.
Not only is he eighteen years my senior, but he also didn’t reciprocate the sentiment.
Not even remotely.
In my defense, I didn’t anticipate developing feelings for him. It simply occurred.
Nathaniel Weaver is the epitome of allure, possessing enough charm to rival the sun itself.
He’s a titan, commanding half the world and subduing the rest.
He was off-limits.
Taboo.
So, I convinced myself I had moved on from him. At least, that’s what I told myself.
Until circumstances compel us into marriage.
Now I’m ensnared.
But perhaps, he’s ensnared too.
For we both yearn for that forbidden fruit dangling tantalizingly between us.”
