Cyril's POV
I lay on my couch, watching funny videos on t****k to help hold my inner demons at bay. The laughter and silly antics on my screen were serving as a welcome distraction from the thoughts swirling in my head.
But despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop thinking about Tatiana. I vividly remember how gorgeous she looked on the day of our wedding.
The wedding was not meant to be her dream wedding. Yet she managed to play along so well.
She carried herself gracefully to the point that I nearly thought we were marrying out of love.
Although everyone else must have thought that way, we both knew that was not the case.
I remembered her infectious smile, and to this day, I can't seem to forget the way her eyes lighted up during our exchange of vows.
Back then, I saw her as a
