The Temporary Wife (The Windsors, #2)

by Catharina Maura

“You were never a pawn,” he says, his voice soft. “You were always my queen. Everyone knew it but you.”

“How could I hate you when you’re the only person I can see myself spending three years with? When you told me that you quit, I was a fucking wreck, Valentina. Nah. I don’t hate you. I hate how much I fucking want you. I hate how beautiful you are, and I hate how much you mess with my mind. Above all, I always hated that you weren’t mine.”

I’ll either find a way or create one.