I woke up early, but not as early as I did in the past few days. I suddenly remembered what occurred the previous night, and I could not help but curse Ryan with a blush on my face.
I stood up and walked up to the mirror; luckily, he listened, and he did not leave any hickey marks on my neck. It was such a hassle trying to cover that sh*t up.
I hopped into the shower, humming a joyous melody as the warm water cascaded down my back. How ironic was everything? I was living my dream life and any other young lady's dream, but only because Jeremiah and Lisa plotted against me. If they had not, I would have been in a loveless marriage with a cheating husband.
Lucky for me, even though Ryan and I did not love each other, we still showed each other respect—well, kind of.
Once I hopped out of t
