Chapter Twenty Four

Maya’s POV

I laid in bed, tossing and turning, still unable to sleep. My head kept swirling with different thoughts and I groaned, sitting up to rest my head against the headboard.

I was meant to be relieved- happy even and I guessed a part of me was. I hadn’t been looking forward to whatever “wedding night” expectations might entail, but his complete lack of interest had me questioning everything.

Am I… not good enough? I thought to myself and the realization hit me like a pick to the gut. I got up and out of bed before moving to the mirror that was in the corner of my room. I slowly pulled off my pajamas, the sound of the silk fabric echoing through the room.

I stood in front of the mirror naked and stared at my reflection. I wasn’t unaware of how imperfect my body was.

The faint rolls on the sides of my stomach, the stretch marks that painted my hips and thighs like an unwanted reminder of my imperfections. My thighs weren’t slim and toned like the women I imagined Alexander sur