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35 - Rising Truth

Author: Rosie Griffin
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-10 13:24:32

‘Is there anything else you would like to add? Any further accusations to lay at my feet?’

He seems like such a stranger, it’s hard to imagine that we made love together. Or had sex, it wasn’t making love because it couldn’t be love. Yet it still hurts when I try to breathe in his presence, like a knife is stuck through my chest and pierces my heart.

I look away, biting back the words on my tongue until they choke me. You were married. I want to scream it at him. I believed…and I was a fool.
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