Tessa’s POV

I could swear I heard Aunt Nora’s voice as I made my way down the stairs.

The few hours I had spent in this house were suffocating, just yesterday I was in my small space crying over Sergio, and today I was going for a honeymoon I did not plan!

I wore a black dress I had gotten from a thrift discount sale. I got it with my money. I wore it in mourning of the death of my old self; soft and sweet Tessa.

The sweetness of my past self must have been the reason why Sergio threw the towel on us and accused me of cheating....