Richard POV.
We lay on the cool sand in heavy silence, her head resting on my chest as the waves whispered in the distance. My mind was spinning. What the hell had just happened? I’d gotten angry at her for something that wasn’t entirely her fault—something we had both done. I had cheated on my wife, yet here I was, still feeling entitled to rage, while my wife’s screams of another man’s name still echoed somewhere in the back of my memory.
God… how do we move past this?
I stroked her hair slowly, my fingers tangled in the messy strands, trying to find some peace in the rhythm of her breathing against my skin.
“Baby, I’m cold,” she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Oh my love, I’m sorry.” I sat up, then gently lifted her into my arms. She felt li
