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I feel hurt, guilty, and utterly worthless right now.
“Why do you care?” Her words linger in my mind, piercing me deeply. I know I deserve this pain, yet it still stings.
My emotions have taken control.
When I saw blood trickling from her hand, a sharp pang shot through me. It was a familiar ache, reminiscent of the anguish I feel when my family is in pain.
I can no longer distance myself from my reality or from her. It’s been a month, and I’ve messaged her every day, but I haven’t found the courage to call. I was a coward then, and I still am. I can command a courtroom with strength and authority, yet I falter when facing my own demons.
I didn’t leave her because I’m trapped in my past; I left because I’m afraid. Yes, I’m terrified. What if she discovers my history? The thought of her hating me is unbearable.
How can I expect her to embrace my scars when I loathe them myself? The memories of my mistakes fill me with disgust.
But now is not the time for regret. I have enough of those in my life, and I refuse to add Rika to that list. I will do everything in my power to earn her forgiveness.
She is my wife, and she deserves to know all of me—except for my past. The idea of her hating me is unimaginable. Our family accepted me because they understood that my overwhelming sympathy for her was genuine.
I quickly dialed my assistant and instructed him to prepare my private jet.
I left the hotel in a hurry. I was there for an important case, which concluded successfully, with the criminal now behind bars for their actions.
Throughout the ride, I brainstormed ways to win her forgiveness, but I found myself sighing in frustration. I’ve never done anything like this before.
Finally, I thought, why not seek help from Google?
“How to ask forgiveness from our wife?”
Wait. She’s just My Wife. I quickly deleted what I typed.
“How to ask forgiveness from MY WIFE?”
• Bring her favourite flowers and admit your mistake with sincerity.
• Mend your mistakes with a kiss. Express how guilty you are from your kiss.
I hung up the phone, frustration boiling inside me. A kiss? That would surely send her packing and out of my life for good.
I shut my eyes and rubbed my temples, a familiar image breaking through the haze. I remembered how my father would set things right.
