Abigail POV
I softly stroked Drogo's belly as I gazed out towards the garden. He leaned against my legs, relishing my affection, allowing himself to be cherished by me in his puppy state. I know that once he grows up, there will be little love left.
It seems that's just how humans are too.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the pain burning in my chest.
It was genuine, yes, but why now? Why after everything he had told me? He was with her even when he was with me. Now I understand why, that day in the library he showed up showered and perfumed without reason.
"I just came from being with her."
"Nothing happened between me and Veronica in there. The last time I saw her was that day in the library... I swear on the memory of my children that I haven't been with her since, and what you witnesse
