Chapter 76
The next morning. Rosalie woke up with a pounding headache.
The harsh sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows and stabbed at her eyes, making it impossible to keep them open.
Groaning, she pushed herself up, her body aching all over. One of her hands shielded her face from the light while the other massaged her throbbing temples.
Her head felt like it had been stuffed with lead–heavy, shuggish, and painfully swollen. It took her a long moment to shake off the haze and gather
her thoughts,
She was just about to get out of bed when a sharp, stabbing pain shot through the sole of her foot, making her freeze in place.
Frowning, she looked down. Her foot was wrapped in gauze, and the white fabric was stained with dried blood.
Her confusion deepened. What the hell happened to my foot? When did I get hurt? And why don’t I remember any of it?”
Rosalie sat there in a daze, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.
The last thing she clearly remembered was leaving Graham Villa and getting a call from Anya, inviting her to Anya’s Lounge for a celebration
She went there, and Anya handed her a drink. And then, her mind went blank. She had no idea what happened after that.
Her gaze dropped to the oversized shirt she was wearing. The moment she registered what it was, her expression shifted again. She had been married to Julian for a year. She didn’t need to check the label and could recogniz his shirts at a glance.
Why am I wearing Julian’s shirt?‘ she asked in her mind.
Her headache grew worse. Not just from the hangover, but from the fact that she was wearing Julian’s damn clothes. Her mind spun. Then, realization dawned.
“Wait. I’m at Rosalian Manor!” she muttered.
Her eyes darted around the room, confirming what she already knew. This was their bedroom, the one she had lived in ever since they got married. Though it was supposed to be their marital home, Julian had never really left his mark here. Everything in this room belonged to her.
