Mr. President's Substitute Wife~
Willow gazed at herself in the mirror, slowly dropping the brush in her hands onto the table. She took a deep breath, swapping hard.
This morning, she had received a message from Jasmine telling her to come to the house. Now, Willow was dressed in a white shirt and black pant trousers, letting her hair down this time, staring at herself through the mirror once more. The events from last night seeped into her mind again, and she couldn't forget it. She glanced at the marks on her wrist and slowly tugged her shirt to cover them. Alejandro had squeezed her wrists so hard that she instantly bruised. Her eyes were swollen, and it was quite evident she had been crying.