~Camila’s POV~
I couldn’t think clearly.
What made him kiss me? Why did my first kiss have to be with him, of all people?
I couldn’t stop rubbing her lips to get Christopher’s fingerprints off or rather lips off.
Why did he feel compelled to kiss me? Is he insane? What exactly does this mean? Is he trying to make things difficult for us?
I removed my gown and proceeded to the shower. I then put on something normal and sat on the bed.
Why did I choose to marry someone like him? Isn’t marriage supposed to be about having a happily ever after?
They say love represents the start of a new life. But this is not how I envisaged my experience to be. I married a guy to get a permanent residency card. This union is a never-ending series of pains and sacrifices. Regularly, I am insulted. Every day, he creates headlines, and I have no choice but to sit and watch.
