"Where am I?" Zara asked herself as she slightly opened her eyes, glancing around a familiar room.
After looking around the furnished room, she wondered where she was, before it struck her that she was Zayden's wife—no, fake wife.
She snapped up, jolting upright, before her head began to throb in pain. Her hands moved toward her head, clutching it tightly, before rubbing it softly, relieving the headache that was brewing inside.
Questions began to pop into her mind as she relived the pain. I remember being drunk, so why am I here?
She rested her back, tilting her head as she tried hard to remember what happened yesterday.
And suddenly, she heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine; her heart raced with every heartbeat.
"You're awake?" Zayden asked, and Zara snapped her head up in a jolt. Her gaze fell on Zayden's cold expression.
Her face dropped in disappointment, and she felt a rush of memories from just yesterday.
