Fiona’s POV
Soft, velvety lips meet mine, and a moan escapes me. I didn’t realise how much I needed this until now, when I have my arms around Micah. His hand cups my cheek as he holds me in place and I raise myself up, eagerly leaning in for more.
Uncontrollable tears gather behind my closed eyelids. A dazed memory of all the good times in our marriage flashes in my mind.
How did things go so wrong with us?
There’s nobody who knows my body as well as he does. There’s nobody who knows what makes me tick, what makes me feel alive and where I am the most sensitive.
Somewhere along the way, during our marriage, I had started thinking of Micah and I as one unit. I started to think of him as my person.
Only for it to all be a farce.
Only for him to betray me in the worst way possible.
