I said he left a fucking mark on my chest, one I thought would never heal—well I damn lied. Because do you know why?

The reason is that, this was much worse.

It was no longer a mark, rather this was a wound; deep and hollow in my soul, carved out beautifully by his words which would endlessly echo in my mind.

“Because I had to protect another woman’s honor—not yours. I had to protect Jennifer’s honor,” He said dejectedly.

I laughed softly, the sound—carried no sound at all, sounded more like a dark void in my ears.

“What about my honor? What was so much more important in hers...