NARA'S POV
I glanced at the wall clock and gasped. “What the hell?! 11:49 AM? It’s almost noon! Did I seriously sleep this long?” I groaned, pressing a palm to my forehead. Well, no surprise there — considering the vomiting, the hangover, the whole undignified scene.
Sighing, I dragged the tray over and started sipping the soup. To my shock, it was actually good. Warm, spicy, and weirdly comforting. Fine, I’ll give the maid her props for that. And maybe, just maybe, it made me feel a little human again.
Once I drained the bowl, I called for another maid and asked her to fetch me some remedies for my pounding headache and dizzy spells. A girl needs to be prepared before confronting her pervert husband.
Next step — a long bath. I soaked in the tub until my fingers got wrinkly, scrubbing
