I hated it. I hated the fact that this question even came out from my husband's mouth with pain in his eyes.
Cupping his cheeks while looking into his chocolate brown eyes that I always loved, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“You were never a substitute. You are not a substitute, and you will never be. You are my husband, my Mi Cielo, my everything, and my son’s father. Nothing will ever change that,” I replied, emphasizing every ‘you’ to assure him that I married him for who he was and that I genuinely loved him.
“f**k,” he cursed under his breathe after burying his face at the crook of my neck. “I really just fell in love with you, Mi Alma.”
“I love you, too, Mi Cielo,” I whispered in his ear.
Hugging him back, I wrapped my arms around his neck before running my fingers throug
