Closing the door behind him, Taffi sat on the floor with his back leaning against the door that he just closed. He placed his hand on his head and the tears fell from his eyes.
He knew what to do to end this madness and stop himself from wallowing in the pool of guilt, but he was too afraid to do what was necessary.
Sania has just opened up to him about something that he never thought she would, while he couldn't tell her the truth about the smallest things.
"Now she on the bed, sleeping comfortably knowing that she is with a man that she trusts," Taffi uttered,
"Whereas I am that man, and I am not trustworthy, not even a little. How do I tell her about all of this, where do I start?
He couldn't believe how quickly the night had turned from intimate pleasure to pain from the guilt that swallowed him whole. He wished he had just gone to Sania and married her straight away without having to use Damien to know her.
