The image that greeted them was not a wedding night. The bed was impeccably made. The rose petals on the immaculate sheets had not moved a millimetre. The champagne flutes were still full.
Katherine, on the other hand, was huddled in a corner of the room, her arms folded over herself, shaken with tremors. On the other side of the room, Caleb sat on the floor, his shirt half-open, his gaze absent, his face dripping with cold sweat.
The confessions that turned everything upside down
Grace rushed towards Katherine. The young woman backed away with an instinctive movement.
"Don't come near." I beg you...
"It is I." You have nothing to fear. I'm here.
Katherine raised her head, her lips shaking with a trembling.
"I can't be his wife." This man... he hates me.
The silence that followed was almost unbearable.
