Mrs. Warren
It’s just that I couldn’t resist his words. Hearing him say that he would start a family with Diana and that she would lose him forever made me realize the truth. Mauro was mine, my husband. For all these years, I had never been interested in anyone else because, deep down, I still loved him as much as the day I left him.
I try to move, but it’s impossible. His hands hold me close to his naked body; he squeezes me as if he’s afraid of losing me. He looks so divine and handsome after all these years. There’s no doubt that time improves everything. God, it’s true—I just realized I’m not in my apartment. Yesterday, he brought me to this house, and we made love in the living room. The place isn’t filled with many things, but nothing a good sofa and a lot of repressed desire can’
