Chapter 142

Maybe it was because Ethan had never spoken to her in such a gentle tone before, but for a moment, Celeste was caught off guard and forgot to push him away. That split second was all he needed. By the time everything was over, Celeste still couldn't wrap her head around how it all happened. She came in fully prepared to assert her place as the rightful wife and kick out any side chicks meddling in her marriage-so how did she end up playing herself? She slept like the dead, not even haunted by the nightmares that had clung to her for so long. The next morning, sunlight slipped through the curtains and spilled onto her face. Celeste cracked her eyes open with great difficulty-it felt like she had sandbags for eyelids. Even shifting slightly made her feel like she'd been steamrolled-sore, achy, and weak all over. "Ugh..." She wasn't sure what she had twisted, but that sudden jolt of pain made her yelp out loud-tears springing to her eyes. "You're awake?" That calm, familiar voice floated