Forgiveness was damn so easy to want, but difficult to give.
If there was anything Lina was certain about after her brief study session with Melissa and her friends, it was that she hasn't forgiven. Not James. Not herself. Not for the years of anguish and torture she had endured under the guise of marriage.
Not for the embarrassment and agony she was served on a platter. And above all, not for her folly, because she was to blame for it all.
She had been foolish, stupid and naive to have held on to love and hoped that everything would take a turn. That all she needed to do was put in a little more effort. A bit more effort not to provoke him by saying the wrong words that earned her a slap or a fierce kick, or string line of curses.
She had persevered, foolishly. Wanting only his happiness and pressed to make her marriage work.
