Luna
Keeping a secret was never so tough before.
I was pretty good at keeping things to myself, never talked my mind ever since I was a child. My introvert self had never slipped tongue or never had a hard time securing matters in the corner of my brain.
Basically, it was a piece of cake.
Strangely, I ain't able to come to terms with not telling Samuel about the anonymous messages I received from the bastard of a man.
I want to tell him, but the only thing stopping me is the prying questions that would come my way about my past, which obviously I don't want to answer. Given my husband's personality, he would definitely ask about what the bastard meant by 'acting against wishes'. And I don't know how to tell him my biggest shame.
About the ridiculous choices I have made.
My dum
