I said he left a f*****g mark on my chest, one I thought would never heal—well I damn lied. Because do you know why?
The reason is that, this was much worse.
It was no longer a mark, rather this was a wound; deep and hollow in my soul, carved out beautifully by his words which would endlessly echo in my mind.
“Because I had to protect another woman’s honor—not yours. I had to protect Jennifer’s honor,” He said dejectedly.
I laughed softly, the sound—carried no sound at all, sounded more like a dark void in my ears.
“What about my honor? What was so much more important in hers that you could leave mine to protect her?” I asked in anguish.
“Everything. Everything about her is more important than you to me Leah, and you know that clearly.
So don't try to play pity party making me gu
