I despised him. There wasn't a moment I didn't resent him for pushing me away. Yet... my heart still aches seeing the distrust in his eyes. The way those eyes tell me everything. I never wish for his death or suffering, after what he had endured under my family's scheme. Kyle Vespertine, my husband, my resentment and... my love. Every tear that I shade is for you, if you ever so felt this can be my atonement I will cry for you. There are many sorrows that consume me, one of them was this undeniable love I felt for my husband. I had buried this love, refusing to be vulnerable. But today seeing him take the bullet for me I knew he loved me too. He loved me from the very beginning, but the realization was too late. Our marriage has already turned cold with no meaning. Will I ever let my love go?