Wedding night

The car parked in front of Damien's house.

Céline felt like an Hiroshima had exploded within her body. Her limbs felt lifeless and her heart thumped so loud she could literally feel the punches against her chest.

She glanced at Damien and noticed he was unperturbed about the dilemma she was going through.

How was she going to face him in that house? If he started asking questions about money and things related to her past, what would she tell him?

Damien opened the door and stepped out of the car, leaving Céline to her own dilemma. Her dress suddenly felt too tight and she was gasping for air.

She had two options; Sleep in the car or follow him into the house. Sleeping in the car sounded like the best thing to do and she was going to stay hidden forever in that car —she would literally do anything to stay away from the conversation that was inevitably going to happen within that house. They were married now, she couldn't use her aunt as an excuse anymore.