Gaston pov:
I woke feeling nauseous, yet it was nothing compared to waking up to her, I turn to my side stretching my hands over the bed only to notice that she wasn’t there.
Sprinting from the bed, I found her seated on the couch staring out the hotel window, I could see the sadness in her eyes.
Even in such a sad moment she looked ever so beautiful, it made me feel lucky that I had her.
I reach for my shirt laying on the floor, “Good morning” she greeted pleasantly, a smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes.
I hate when she tries to pretend like she is okay, I hate seeing sadness on her delicate face.
“Good morning” I responded as I wore my shirt.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but you have three missed calls from your wife” she says.
Shit.
I reach for my phone and check the t
