I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Alexander had never shown any interest in seeing me naked. We’d been married for five years and had never had s*x, never even kissed until that press conference.
Still, as I ran my fingers over the silky material, I couldn’t help but feel a tug of curiosity. I hadn’t worn anything like this in years—not since the early days of our marriage when I had still foolishly hoped Alexander might someday want me to share a bed with him.
Back then, I had bought similar lingerie, had lain awake in my tiny bedroom wearing it, fantasizing about Alexander coming all the way from the other wing to see me and being unable to hold himself back once he realized what I was wearing.
But he never came, and eventually, I packed it all away, burning it in the
