Celia
I was in the process of getting dressed for bed with a heavy heart.
What in the world did I manage to get myself into?
I never thought in a million years that I would ever find myself in a loveless marriage, but here I was, married to a man who truly hated my guts and everything I did seemed to piss him off even more.
It was our wedding night and we didn’t even sleep in the same room. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt by that. I truly was.
I let out a long sigh as I changed into my pajamas and tied my hair up in a ponytail. I was about to get into bed when I heard a soft knock on the door.
My heart instantly did a flip as my eyes instantly shot towards the door. Could it be Shane? Was he finally here to apologize and ask me to sleep in his room?
“Coming!” I exclaime
