Trisha pov
I came home and took a long bath. I thought about the recent events in my life. I honestly don’t want to become the reason a marriage is terminated. But if what he said is true, then maybe it is ok. He too didn’t deserve to be forced to marry anyone.
I got out of my bath and wore a spaghetti strap tank top and shorts. I tied my hair in a messy bun and slumped on the sofa. Maybe I should watch a movie. It would help me take my mind off Diem.
But as soon as I opened the TV, my door bell rang. I sighed. Just when I was getting comfortable. I opened the door. I was taken by surprise when I was pushed inside and Diem was holding me against the wall. His eyes hungrily roamed all over my exposed skin. My breathing hitched and the rate of my heart beat increased.
“Trisha, you loo
