Alexis
The reflection in the wall-length mirror blurred as my thoughts drifted. I pulled off my blouse and unhooked my bra, watching as my breasts spilled free. My n*****s hardened in the cool air like buds in the winter frost. Alex filled my mind again.
Damn it. I needed to stop.
My hands brushed over the faint scar from my C-section, a small line just below my belly button. It had faded and blended into my skin, but the memory still stung.
"He called me beautiful," I whispered to myself. But no matter how many times I repeated it, I didn’t believe it.
Byron’s voice echoed louder in my head, cutting through any compliments. The other day, he sneered at me, calling me out like always.
"You're trying so hard to be the perfect wife, but let's be real, you're not even close. Look at
