“Mrs. Craig, it’s time for dinner.”
I slowly opened my eyes after hearing a loud knock on my bedroom door. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the darkness in my room.
“Mrs. Craig? Are you okay?”
Mrs. Craig?
I frowned and sat up. I forgot that yesterday I had officially become Mrs. Craig after marrying that damn bastard.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I shouted.
“Dinner is ready on the dining table.”
“I’ll come down after taking a shower.”
Well, I’d rather skip dinner and stay in bed. I didn’t seem to have the energy to walk to the bathroom and get ready for dinner. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood to have dinner at the dining table with my husband.
I flopped back onto my bed and lay on my side, staring out my bedroom window whose curtains were fluttering in the wind. I was too lazy to even get
