CHAPTER 7Judy’s POVThe car moved smoothly on the road, quiet and expensive, just like everything around David Jones.I sat beside him in the back seat, my hands resting on my lap, fingers tightly locked together. My body was there, but my mind was somewhere else.Married.The word still didn’t feel real.Just a few minutes ago, I was Judy Hale, a poor girl with a broken heart and a sick mother.Now…I was Mrs Jones.I stared out of the tinted window, watching buildings pass by. Tall offices. Clean streets. People walking freely, laughing, living normal lives.Did they know my life had just changed forever?David sat beside me, calm and relaxed, scrolling through his phone like nothing special had happened. No emotions. No tension.I wondered if he had ever imagined marriage like this.Probably not.To him, this was business.To me, this was survival.The silence in the car felt heavy.My phone suddenly vibrated in my bag.I flinched.Slowly, I pulled it out.Sophia calling…My heart
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