Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Therapy

1 did it. I told someone about my relationship with Callan. I had to fight off my embarrassment and guilt, but voicing it out freed me from the poisonous load that had been crushing me for a very long time. Yes, I let him manipulate me. Yes, I was the one who let Callan take control over me. And yes, I’d been struggling to forgive myself. I knew what was going on. I couldn’t use the excuse of temporary insanity because everything inside me screamed that this wasn’t right. Callan’s so-called love was highly toxic. Nonetheless, I ended up blaming myself for letting that man smash me like a bug.

When did I become so defenseless? It was the moment I decided that I was in love with him. He used that against me. He cut me off from all the friends I had at the university so that he could be the only person I talked to. He kept telling me that no one could ever love me as he

told me that I could only be happy with him and with no one else, and I believed him. I believed in his lie so deeply that his half-hearted “I’m sorry” was enough for me to forgive him that he raped me! I did it all to save our love, although it was more likely that it was merely my, one-sided feeling. I sacrificed a lot because I thought that compromise was unavoidable. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that I was the only one sacrificing anything.

I was ashamed of what I did and how I behaved around Callan. That girl, it wasn’t me. The truth was too hard for me to deal with alone and humiliating to tell… or at least that was what I thought for the last three years. Something within me decided that it was time to change that, and I chose Miranda, the person I barely knew, to listen to my story…

“It is not your fault, Cora. Do you understand me?” she said softly, crying along with me.

I nodded, smiling despite falling tears. It turned out that we had much more in common than I initially thought. We ordered pizza and prosecco and spent the rest of the day, drinking and talking about our past, messed-up relationships, and guys that had never grown enough to become men.

“I wonder if I didn’t enjoy sex with Callan because he didn’t love me,” I said, finishing my third glass of fizzy drink.

Miranda chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?” “No.” I shook my head, slightly alcoholish. “If he’d loved me, he would have cared enough to pleasure me.”

Miranda burst out laughing, which made her roll on the bed. “Do you know anything about good sex at all?!”

I stated with a lopsided smirk, “Yes and no. I’ve got a lot of theoretical knowledge. My experience involves one specimen, remember?”

Miranda sat up, straightening to a teacher-like pose. “My dear Cora, the guy doesn’t have to love you to make you feel good in bed. He needs to respect you… and he needs to have some skills or at least intuition. If he cares solely about his pleasure, then he shouldn’t call himself a

man.”

refilling our glasses. “Then, how

you don’t need to look far. He is right by

“Aren doesn’t trust me

looked at me with a serious expression. “He is a guy. If you don’t tell him what you need from him, he won’t give it to you. And believe me. Aren has a lot to offer.” She giggled. “So… do you think I should just forgive him for the fact that he didn’t tell me that Callan is his step-brother and everything he

about giving him a chance.

rather what he didn’t do, Nonetheless, I needed to face him at some

that I will come back to the penthouse

hands, but then she glanced at me hesitantly. “You know that he is going to ask me about you and Callan…”

nodded, approving my choice.

smiled faintly. “Thank you for hearing me

she left, I started thinking about everything that had happened during the last two days. I wondered what kind of consequences it would bring. It terrified me, but it also made me hopeful and excited. I couldn’t sleep thinking about how to face Aren and what I should say

to say that the car would be waiting for me outside the hotel. I guessed it was time to go back. I messaged him that I would be ready in thirty minutes, and glided in

the door. “Neil, I didn’t have to go up…” I

said, a faint

suit but casual jeans and a black, fitted T-shirt. I was aware that

standing on the threshold and processing why he came

I come in?” he asked in an

curious,

past me, his arm slightly brushing mine, his intoxicating perfume violating my calm heart and forcing it to race. He sat on the chair and tilted his head,

want, Aren?” I asked, narrowing my eyes

uncomfortable grimace. “I shouldn’t have said that… about Callan and

for what?” I crossed my

smiled wryly and shrugged. “I don’t know. You reacted to him as