Her eyelids moved when the sun's light touched her face. Sandy tilted her head while she tightened her grip on the pillow. She covered them with her face and gulped when she felt her dried throat. Slowly, everything became vivid in her head. Her eyes might have been closed, but she felt that something was lurking around her bedroom. And without a further doubt, she quickly raised her head and searched the whole place. 'It wasn't a dream after all, how could I not notice it? Am I that dumb?' She muttered through her head and stared at the person who she least expected to see. Alexander White, her so-called husband. Sleeping on the couch peacefully.
It took her a minute to get herself done gazing at him. She wanted to leave and never looked back, but Anastasia's words started ringing in he
