Rosamund
I stared at him.
He sat perfectly still in that chair, his hand resting on the table, his gaze fixed on me behind his mask. What was he up to now? What game was he playing?
"Without your terms?" I asked slowly.
"Yes," He nodded. "But there is one condition."
Of course, I knew there would be one; he wasn't going to let me off like that.
"What is it?"
"We must consummate the marriage," He said plainly. "If I am to name you on my will and provide for your financial independence after separation, there must be proof that this union was real and shared intimacy would be the confirmation that we were husband and wife in truth, not merely in name." He paused. "Without that, the will can be contested. Any relative, any claimant with ambition and a solicitor could argue the marriage was never valid. The provision would be struck."
