“Mrs. Craig, it’s time for dinner.”

I slowly opened my eyes after hearing a loud knock on my bedroom door. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the darkness in my room.

“Mrs. Craig? Are you okay?”

Mrs. Craig?

I frowned and sat up. I forgot that yesterday I had officially become Mrs. Craig after marrying that damn bastard.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I shouted.

“Dinner is ready on the dining table.”

“I’ll come down after taking a shower.”

Well, I’d rather skip dinner and stay ...