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Was he the guilty here?
It wasn't a miracle, but quite the opposite. Yet according to my family, it was-their miracle.
Marrying him was not a dilemma. In fact, I was ready to seal our union myself. But all that was before I met her.
He was a sweet and considerate young man, kind in his ways, and owner of immense wealth. He was, in every sense, the ideal husband:
Never a liar.
Never an abuser.
Never a traitor.
Never a monster.
In contrast, I was seen as the most ruthless and narcissistic woman, despite my beautiful and innocent appearance.
I don't deny it, and indeed, I take pride in it.
Do i need to explain something i don't even understand by my own?
But how could someone so cruel and cold-hearted come to love a woman so opposite to me? How could I even contemplate it?
How could I, a married woman and so cruel, fall in love with a simple peasant instead of my husband?
I didn't know. Certainly, I didn't know.
Why did she ignite an unfamiliar sparkle in my eyes?
Why did her presence relax my body and soften my gaze?
Why did thinking of her face make me smile with warmth?
I had no answers to these questions that kept hammering in my mind.
Was I in love with her? Am I? Perhaps, yes.
Being a fervent follower of the Lord, I would never have imagined I could bear such a sin.
Was I afraid? Yes.
Did it feel right? Also, yes.
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Words From a Late Regret
Poetry♤•°- an attempt of poem, lol The spanish version will be uploaded later, i guess. 🗣
