I wanted to scream and cry and do everything I should do, considering I was being screwed over. But I was supposed to be composed. A model daughter. A model wife. No emotions. “This . . . is a great opportunity,” I said. Anxiety bubbled in my stomach. Sebastian glanced at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was pissed. Maybe at his father, or maybe at me. I didn’t know.
