Chapter Eleven

Emma

We were finally leaving and that makes me a little relieved.

The honeymoon had turned into a nightmare. One that I will remember forever. But it is finally over.

We are already on the private jet, heading home. I didn't even want to eat anything. I just got up to leave.

"What's the matter?"

I take my attention off the book I was reading and look at him.

"I'm fine! No problem at all."

Boris comes close to me and places his hand on my forehead. I am a little confused by his act.

"It's not hot anymore."

During the night I had a fever again, but I took the pill the doctor prescribed.

"I took some medicine."

He remains silent for the rest of the trip, leaving me to read my book in peace.

When we arrived, we went straight to the house where Boris lives. He has lived here for a long time, I imagine.

It was a very big mansion. It had an incredible yard in front, where I could easily build a garden.

As soon as we arrive, a woman quickly comes towards us.

"I'm Agatha, your personal maid,