Honeymoon.

She asked the man who remained there unmoving. His gaze was dark as the night sky as he stood there with his hands in his pocket.

"Seems you were enjoying yourself without me around." He said, and she nodded negatively while holding the handle of her bag tightly at her front.

"Where are you coming from?" He asked.

Izabelle gulped down nervously. She tried to remember where she went, but she couldn't. Something wanted to come out of her mouth, but she kept on swallowing.

She opened her mouth to talk but instead she she ran to the toilet to puke.

"What the heck?" Raymond said and creased his brows.

Soon, she came back. Her face was all red. She became dizzy and regretted taking the alcohol earlier.

"You drank?" Raymond asked.

"Y- Yes, a little."

"Who did you go out with?"