She regained her hearing on a Tuesday. The first thing she heard was his betrayal. Naomi Fletcher spent a year in silence. The night sound came back, she overheard her fiancé plotting to hide the return of the woman who put her there. By midnight she was bleeding on the floor while Connor carried Claire out in his arms. She doesn't scream. She doesn't beg. She walks into a city hall, signs her runaway stepsister's name, and marries Dominic Whitaker — Harlow Bay's coldest heir, a man who buys empires the way other men buy drinks. One year. One rule: play the perfect wife, feel NOTHING. Then she finds the unmarked pill bottle in his coat. The man who controls everything cannot bear to be touched — and she is the only thing that steadies his hands. Someone has already paid to make sure she never finishes the year. The contract has three hundred days left. She may not survive thirty.