Chapter 7

Emily

I have stayed in my room for the longest time. Cedric had sent the maid to bring food but there was nothing that was digestible to me after hearing the news. The nightmare only grew worse because I was held here against my will. I thought of how I was ambushed at the hospital only to be a wife to the coldest man on earth.

I could switch places with a homeless person who lives on the streets of Paris. I might as well faked my death or lived as a barista. Whoever might hear my story would only have one word for me. Whore. Even if I was far from that. It wasn't something that I wanted to place myself in this condition and not having Cedric support my decision only makes things worse for me.

I tried to be okay with the decision I had made but I kept seeing the truth in what he wanted. Or what the contract had said.

I shook my head immediately, as I stated in my misery. Sleeping and waking up drenched in tears. The maid had come in again.

“Sir had instructed we give you your break