In the morning, I woke up from the pain, feeling that the lower part of my body had been ripped apart. And what had happened last night was surging in my mind as if it were a nightmare...
On my wedding night, Patrick treated me as if I were his enemy and took away my virginity.
What he had done to me ruined all my previous fantasies.
The bed beside me was already cold.
A drop of scarlet blood on the snow-white sheet looked particularly irritating.
I got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath despite the pain. After getting dressed, I changed the sheet into a new one.
I went out, stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, and saw Patrick sitting at a rectangular dining table, who was reading the newspaper as well as having breakfast.
The golden sunshine in the morning shone on his side through the window, making him look warm and holy.
Over the past twelve years when I had a secretive crush on Patrick, marrying him and
living with him under the same roof for breakfast had been something that I dared not dream of and yet yearned for.
Now it came true. But I dared not take a step forward.
The way how he had ravaged me like a beast last night reminded me constantly that I had never known Patrick Cowell.
"Miss Archer, you're awake."
When I was staring at Patrick, a servant, who had already seen me, greeted me politely downstairs.
She didn't call me "Madam" the way she had done yesterday.
Instead, she called me "Miss Archer".
My heart trembled slightly. Despite the dissatisfaction in my heart, I dared not question her because of my identity. So I could only put away the lingering fear resulting from what had happened last night, went downstairs, and sat opposite Patrick.
The servant brought me the meal. I, who didn't have an appetite, just ate a few mouthfuls ceremonially.
I looked up and found that Patrick was the same as me. He almost didn't touch the meal in front of him.
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