Giada's POVWhether it was a nightmare, a beautiful dream, or a self-woven delusion, waking up from it was nothing more than a passing instant.Two days after getting married, I woke up in bed with only that thought in my mind. All the scattered fragments of pain and bitterness had finally dissolved into nothing.At last, I understood what it meant to be cherished and deeply loved—safe, secure, and at peace.This was the room I had spent my childhood in at my mother's estate. I once thought the bed was so large that I could roll around on it as I pleased. My mother would come in with a warm smile, breakfast in hand, and call me to wake up. Yet during the past two nights, Luca had repeatedly tried to initiate sex. My voice had grown hoarse, and all I wanted was to get away. However, the moment I turned, he would seize my ankle and pull me back.It was then that I realized just how small this bed truly was. I had grown up. I was married now, with a husband by my side. Before long,
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