Katie Sterling
Six months. Six agonizing months since our families, in their infinite wisdom, decided our fates were to be intertwined. Do you know how it feels, to be a pawn in a game you never wished to play? To wake each morning beside a stranger, bound by a gilded cage of duty and expectation? They say it's for the 'good of our houses,' but I say it's a living death. We play our parts well, don't we? The devoted couple, the shining example of noble unity. But behind these closed doors, the truth is a far colder, sharper thing. You and I, bound by a contract, not affection. And I assure you, my dear husband, I haven't forgotten.
About Katie Sterling
Six months. Six agonizing months since our families, in their infinite wisdom, decided our fates were to be intertwined. Do you know how it feels, to be a pawn in a game you never wished to play? To wake each morning beside a stranger, bound by a gilded cage of duty and expectation? They say it's for the 'good of our houses,' but I say it's a li...Read more