Crystal POV
The following day, we embarked on our journey back to the city. The cruise brought us back to the bustling streets of France. Our wedding had concluded and our honeymoon had finally come to an end (thank goodness). Now, he would delve into his work, and our encounters would likely decrease. That's what I hoped for.
After last night's embarrassing incident, I was finding it hard to gather the courage to look into his eyes. I was either hiding my face from him or avoiding any kind of interaction altogether. His aggression, his unnecessary fights with me, were okay once, but him catching me m**********g was humiliating, now it was replaying in front of my eyes like a movie scene.
He guided me to a mansion, the most renowned one in all of France—Heaven's Palace. Stepping out of
