We had known each other for more than ten years, and we had been married for four. Each time I lay on his body, he would turn cold, carefully pull my clothes back on, then disappear into the bathroom for the whole night.
“Easton told me about your condition, poor thing. But you cannot blame him for not touching you, after all, he fears catching dirty sickness.”
So he still saw me as dirty.
The boy who once held me and wept, swearing I was the purest, had only been wearing a mask.
He had always been trapped by that stain, and that was why he never touched me.
I stayed calm and said nothing, but in secret, I had people track Emma’s place through the video.
Just as I was about to lead my men over, a message froze me in place. That man was not dead.
[Tisha, that beast is in the hands of those across from us.]
Idiot. No wonder he faked his death; he had become another’s dog, crawling low to live.
That night, I led my brothers to surround the enemy’s ground.
Under a sky with no moon and heavy wind, I fought in the chaos, brushing shoulders with death, watching my brothers fall one by one, the pain cutting deep to the bone.
After three hours of bloodshed, the enemy was left in ruins.