Alicia’s POV
Images of Adrian’s long fingers running up and down my thighs and caressing my cheek force my eyes open. My heart is hammering in my chest as the images of the night before play behind my eyes like a home movie.
I clutch a hand to my heart as I slowly sit up in bed. It’s an unfamiliar feeling being in my room again after all this time. It’s somewhat of a reminder that I failed at making my marriage work because if I had made it work, I would’ve woken up in Adrian’s arms instead of alone.
I let my body flop back, connecting with the mattress as I bring my duvet to cover my head. I feel like such a failure for giving up on Adrian, but I feel as though it needed to be done. I was tired of fighting a losing battle with him. Although I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I couldn’t do that if it meant being in a constant battle with him and his past. It will never work out in that case.
