Chapter 88
Myrah's POV
It didn't make sense, no matter how hard I tried to see myself with Nick. My husband's face suddenly appeared in the image.
The first man I ever loved was him. He gave me my first kiss, my first orgasm, and my first experience of manly physical closeness.
He was an amazing man, despite all of the arguments and dysfunctional emotions. No more was possible for me. Both of us had enough of my love. He wasn't required to return my affection.
Without him, my life was a complete wreck. I need him.
I was heartbroken by his plight on the plane. His eyes spoke volumes. I was doing him harm. I probably betrayed his heart as well as his confidence.
He appeared anxious and dejected. His eyes spoke volumes. He was the most dejected person I'd ever seen. I didn't want to assume anything.
