IRENE’s POV...
The next morning, Antonio and I had woken up snuggling together. It felt like we were newlyweds on their honeymoon. It was all too sweet and I didn’t want the sweetness to stop. I didn’t want to face reality, the harsh reality where I had to come to terms and admit that I had slept with another man and cheated on my husband, again. The worst part of it all is that, unlike the last time when I felt guilty and sad for making such a grave mistake, this time I wasn’t feeling any of those things. On the contrary, I was feeling really happy about what happened and deep down, I really didn’t want it to stop.
I tried removing his arm that was wrapped around my waist but he just held on tighter. I shook my head and laughed, “Antonio, come on, we have to go to work.”
He groaned an
