~Camila’s POV~

“I want you to be as strong as possible. You will hear a lot of things about me.”

I crossed my legs in an attempt to avoid what was oozing from my sex.

“Camille, I sincerely love you. I honestly mean it. I’ve committed numerous heinous acts. I betrayed us, I betrayed our bond. I have loved you from the first time I set my eyes on you, but I fought my feelings. Each time I fought how I felt, I would end up in the hands of another. I fell short of your and Liam’s expectations. Not once, not twice, but an infinite number of times. I just want you to know that no one else is pregnant for me and there will never be anyone, except for you. I’m very sorry for the pain I’ve caused you over the months, now going to a year of our marriage. I was foolish and was averse to confessing my feelings to you. However, I’m going to tell you how I feel about you right now, not because I want to have my way with you, this has been how I felt about you, from the day we married. When you walked into this house, I knew it was going to be difficult to hide how I felt for my little wife. It is up to you to accept me as I am. However, I still want you to know how much you made me feel, how much you have broken all the walls I’ve created when it comes to love. I want you to understand how much I have loved you without realizing I was in love with you and slept with women only to run away from my feelings for you. I want you to understand how awful I felt each time I slept with someone trying to forget your sinful body, your face, your smiles, and the little touches that drive me crazy without you even trying. I have loved everything about you, Camila Grayston, and I was scared and I still am scared of how dangerous you make me feel. You are everything to me, but then I ruined everything because of the damn age difference, didn’t I? I walked into this shower naked in front of you to tell you all this. Naked in front of you, without hiding anything about me.”

his imperfections, I wanted him. This is wrong,

I want him to be a part of me, but he doesn’t want to be a part of me. I always have hopes up. I wanted him to be inside me. I was struck by a realization. This happens every time whenever we try to make progress.

so hooked on him? What is it about him that still weakens my knees and compels me

was enraged and screamed. I lost it entirely for the first time and resorted to violence. When I got close to him, I hissed, spitted, and scratched him, just like a cat would do. I hate him. I detest him so much. I scraped his body incessantly without pausing, completely unaware of what I was doing. He had me wrapped around his

sorry. Can we talk about this, Camille?” What more can we talk about, what more is there to talk about? He

face. He was bleeding. My hands instinctively shot to my lips. I’m still reeling from what I’ve done. His hands and

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