Winston’s P.O.V.

She opened her mouth, and I knew she was lying. She didn’t know, but I had noticed that whenever she made excuses, she twitched her right eye from time to time, touched the tip of her left ear, and wriggled her brows to hide her nervousness.

So, after sending everyone out of the room, I asked her to tell me the real reason.

I expected her to make another excuse, but she talked about a dream.

Not just a dream, but worse than a nightmare. She agreed when I speculated that she had this dream when she fell unconscious during the wedding ceremony.

Another lie, but I didn’t...