CHAPTER 42

Hillary Pov

I opened my eyes and realised that it was in the evening; my supposed husband was nowhere to be seen, and relief washed over me.

He can't fool me. My attention shifted to the storybook beside me, and I reluctantly took it. My head suddenly spun, and I heard a loud ringing. I dropped the book and winced in pain as I clutched my head.

Weird images started appearing in my head. In the images, I was holding a man in almost all of them. I fell from my bed and crawled on the floor.

I couldn't see anything, I tried to help myself up, but my body was weak. I heard the door open, and the person yelled my name before carrying me back on the bed.

I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I felt his rough yet gentle hand on my face as he caressed me. He started apologising. Why is he doing that?

I couldn't hold on much longer and blacked out.

“Hillary, I love you.”

“What?” I tried to see the man in front of me, but he was covered by darkness. “Who are you?”

“Hillary, don't leave me.”