It could’ve indeed been a mistake to go against my husband’s word and scheme to deprive him of something he deemed more precious than even our relationship, but I justified it by telling myself that I was doing it for the sake of my children.
“Do you think Tobias would ever forgive me for this?” I questioned Nessa, who was sitting beside me, without uttering a syllable since we’d gotten into her car and had been driving us to the Moon’s armour pack.
Shaking her head, she spat the truth in my face, “He wouldn’t. As far as I know, he will despise you for toying with his faith.”
A little distressed over realising how I would forever be bereaved of his affection, I failed to suppress some of the remorse that surfaced on my face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Nessa, who was quick to suggest
