It had been three days.
Three!
All Grace could do was wake up early, eat breakfast and read, or walk around the garden of her new 'home'.
She was always a firm believer that 'home' was not a place but a person or people.
Now, that she had moved in and married a man she did not know she had realized—
She never did have a home.
Her father and her mother were trash.
She loved them but she felt like they had been killing her slowly, all these years. And finally, her father had sold her off. He had not even said goodbye, he had not contacted her either.
Grace was all alone in this world.
And she would be all alone for the rest of her life, which she knew would end in a few months or so.
As soon as her husband's father consumed all of her father's assets he would get rid of them.
And her husband- well….
