JENNIFER
I teetered on the fragile brink of consciousness, my mind emerging from a murky haze, and my head throbbing in protest. With a groan, I coaxed my heavy eyelids to flutter open. My surroundings slowly materialised, revealing the familiar confines of my room within the mansion. An IV drip was tethered to my left arm.
"Oh, honey, you're awake," came my mother's voice, a composition of relief and worry, as she clasped my hand, pressing it tenderly against her chest.
Groggily, I shifted my gaze to her, a wave of surprise washing over me at her presence. My brows knitted together in a confused frown. "Is your honeymoon over already?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
She offered me a bittersweet smile. "How can I possibly enjoy my honeymoon when I knew you were unwell
