CHAPTER 7

Judy’s POV

The 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.