Elizabeth
The bed feels too soft beneath me, almost as though it’s swallowing me whole. My body aches—not in the way it used to after nights with Christopher—but from something raw, passionate, and entirely unrestrained.
My muscles remember Sebastian’s touch even if my mind doesn’t want to dwell on it. It’s done now. I have become comfortable being a cheat.
I’ve showered; I tried to scrub his scent off my skin and bury the guilt deep down.
I stare at the ceiling, the faint hum of the heater filling the silence.
Edward. My son. His chubby hands clutching my dress. His adorable face on mine. My chest tightens. What if Christopher never lets me see him again? What if he uses last night as the excuse he needs to cut me out of Edward’s life forever? No, I will not let him.
A lump forms in
