My heart was thumping against my chest as I was back in the room from where I had come out in the evening.
I was staring at my reflection in the full-body vertical mirror that was installed in our closet.
Kian had gone out to attend to a call. Right after Madison left, she had dropped a tweet saying he had resigned from Wilson co and now his phone was flooded with emails, calls, sms.
She was clearly over drunk as I looked down at the gift she had given me. Black lingerie...
What on earth!!! She had just gifted me...
It could hardly pass out to be a piece of cloth. It was torn in every part. Some parts seemed like were made holes on it deliberately. After all, who could it be if not Madison's doing?
But then should I not wear it??? After all, it was our wedding night.
