Molly’s POV“Kitty, I love you." That was what my husband confessed when we were making love last night. Romantic, right? Except that my name isn’t Kitty. "Who is Kitty?" I asked him in his drunken state. My arms froze around his body.He never called me that before.Wesley hardly came home after our honeymoon, blaming it on work. Sometimes, I would see him once a month, but if I was lucky, twice.Last night was one of those times when I tried to get some intimacy from him because, after our wedding night approximately a year and a half ago, he never initiated it. I knew that alcohol could give people the courage to do or say things they wouldn't normally entertain, so when he pushed me onto our bed, I was beyond ecstasy.As an orphan, my husband was my everything, and I gave him my all. My love, affection, assets, and everything that defines me. He accepted me at my darkest point in life, and I had sworn to love him my whole life.I don’t know if I was being insecure, but when the
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