Iris’s POV
I stared blankly at the wall, rolling slightly on the bed. My eyes shifted to the ceiling, where a bedside mirror was fixed just above the bed. I could see my whole reflection in it.
Why is it there?
Then something clicked in my mind. My lips twisted upward in disgust.
My legs were hurting, especially the junction between them. Every part of my body ached, but it was less than in the morning, when I thought I had been paralyzed.
Last night flashed in front of my eyes. I don’t know what I should feel about the surrender I gave him.
But one thing I know: I accepted the marriage. I accepted my fate. I accepted him. I don’t want to fight anymore. Even if I did, where would it lead? Only more pain, more hurt.
He wanted me, so I let him have me.
I’ve been lying here all day fr
