Chapter 43 | Cold Heart

After dinner that night, my ego lost the battle against the longing for Marcus, and I sat down to write a letter to him, telling him how much I missed him and how I wished he was here with me.

His marks on my skin were gradually disappearing with each passing day; the bruises that he gave me on my arms and thighs were almost healed or replaced with fresh bruises from training with Aiden.

We were growing apart with not much to hold on to. I brought nothing with me as a souvenir. I saved his shirt that he tore off during the heated moments but I was so mad at him before leaving that I forgot to pack it with my stuff.

With not a picture to look at, not a present to cherish. I remembered then that I did have something from him; the wedding ring, a simple piece of iron that never failed to make my heart leap with joy.

But why should I be the one to write to him? He fucked up and hid such a big truth from me. He just let me be instead of coming to get me like S