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What are you doing here all alone? I was going crazy looking for you for the last fifteen minutes. What the hell, Ella? You know I hate it when you disappear on me like that."
Jerking me towards him, he caught me in a very tight hug, almost cutting off my air. "Hey, did you just sniff me?" I gasped. "I did. Your smell calms me," Mason husked.
Pushing him away, I looked up at him. "Your heart is racing," I rasped as I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the hard plane of his chest under the smooth fabric of his shirt. "Were you really panicked?" I smiled mischievously. "What if one day I leave you?" Before I could finish the sentence, he had me pinned against the wall, his head buried in my hair. "I would find you even if I had to go to the pit of hell," he said. "And what if you can't find me?" I asked. "I will kill myself because I can't imagine a world without you by my side," he replied without hesitation.
My husband loves me.
Even when his family pressured him to choose.
He chose me, he chose us. After 10 years of marriage, when I couldn't give him the family we had dreamed of under the starry sky, with his head resting on my lap, he never once made me feel inadequate or less. We were enough for each other until her.
The evidence was devastating: late-night "work" calls that lingered too long, hotel receipts, photos that made my stomach drop. When did he let go of my hand? When did he break the promises he made with me?
He hasn't changed; he still can't keep his hands to himself, he still looks at me with the same intensity, same passion, same love. So why?
Why did he do it?
I always believed our love was different-untouchable, forged in the kind of devotion that poets write about and time cannot erode.
But I guess I was wrong.
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