Elena
“Husband...”
My heart hammered upon hearing her call him husband.
The word was soft, almost breathless, yet it crashed against my chest like a violent wave. It echoed in my ears, repeating itself mercilessly, as if mocking the bond that tied me to him.
I stood there, unmoving, while the jealousy I had buried so deeply began clawing its way to the surface. It mixed with bitterness and humiliation, spreading through my veins like poison I could neither spit out nor swallow completely.
Watching the man I was bonded with being called someone else’s husband in such a sweet, loving tone made something inside me crumble. It felt as if my heart was being crushed in someone’s fist, slowly ground into pieces too small to ever be put back together.
A lump formed in my throat
