Samara's POV
I was speed walking towards my next class which was unfortunately in a completely different building. Thankfully, the whole hype around me being the new Mrs. Thompson had died down. Although I still had people walk up to me or 'coincidentally' bump into me and try to make small talk, it wasn't as bad as it was before where they would offer to buy me lunch or offer to walk me to my classes or even hang out, which was probably because they wanted to see the house i was living in, and other odd jobs.
Today, I planned to go see my father at the hospital. Although I still found time to see him once a week, it was nothing like before when I saw him everyday. I felt like I was neglecting him and I did not want him to fell like my new status was the reason, all this was for him and I would have never gone through with the marriage if he was well and healthy.
"Mrs. Thompson?" My teacher called out with a timid voice.
" I hope you understand ma'm."
