That morning after their first night, Florence awoke without Rufus by her side anymore. The soreness in her nether region was bearable since he cradled her with care. But the pain and disappointment in her heart was something that was hard to ignore.
It was better if Rufus was rough and cruel. For her, it was better if he made her feel she was simply a tool. However, his cruel words and his gentle actions were confusing.
How could she hate the man who looked at her passionately? Even though it was just brief and it was because of lust, she felt like Rufus was hers. That those sharp eyes could only see her for a moment.
Florence hugged her knees with her face buried in them. She couldn't stop the tears spilling from her eyes as shame slowly ate her inside. She didn't love Rufus, or rather, she was willing to love her husband.
