Still weak from my hospital stay, I fell asleep in the car shortly after we left. When Jeremy woke me up, I stared out the window, confused for a moment, not realizing where we were until he impatiently urged me to pay attention.
“Jeremy, this isn’t… my place,” I began, but my words were cut off as he pulled me out of the car.
“Let’s go. You’ve been hiding for over three months. It’s time you apologized to Julianne.”
I froze, realizing that was why he made time to pick me up—he wasn’t just coming to see me; he had an agenda. He probably felt guilty but still wanted to keep up appearances.
Before I could say anything, Jeremy kept going. “You caused Lianne to get kidnapped with you, and she ended up sick for over a week. You owe her an apology.”
I really didn’t want to go. While I had forgotten some things, I still remembered the interactions between Julianne and the kidnappers. There were too many details that needed to be sorted out after the investigation.
However, my body was still fragile, and even the slightest tug made me wince. I didn’t have the strength to fight back, so I reluctantly followed him.
When we entered the bar’s private room, the atmosphere was thick with energy. A group of people had gathered around a man and a woman, encouraging them to kiss.
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” they chanted.
The excitement in the room was contagious, and I found myself clapping along, urging them to kiss. It wasn’t until I heard my own voice rise above the noise that the room suddenly went silent.
Everyone turned to stare at me, and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that! Keep going. You guys look great together!” I said, trying to shrug off the attention.
I glanced at the man in the middle of the circle, my so-called husband, Irvin. “Don’t mind me. Just go ahead and kiss. I’m here to wish you both the best!”
