He opened door for me. I went to the hotel room that we were supposed to be in, for our honeymoon. One week there, then we would move in together to house that our sick rich parents bought us.

I put my purse down, as he was holding my suitcase. I went to the bed and sat on it. I looked on the marriage ring. I took him of immediately. We got married yesterday. I hated it. I hated him. I had to broke up with my boyfriend, cause of that.

Would I ever love him?

"So... " he muttered.