THE WIDOWED LUNA
His skin was already cold to the touch.
Only a few hours ago, at our wedding, he was full of smiles, joking with a disturbing excitement. "You're a virgin, right?" he had asked, his voice low and eager. Too shy to say yes, I'd simply nodded, my heart pounding with a secret I couldn't share: I was already planning my escape. A small sack with a change of clothes was packed, and the back door was left unlocked.
I had been forced into this marriage, a political pawn for my older sister, Eveline. But not wanting to be his wife didn’t mean I wanted him dead. The plan was to run away, not to kill him, an innocent man whose only crime was loving me.
Bab Populer