Amelia's POV

The next whole week Tristan tried to make up to me in different ways. One day he gave me flowers, another day, he took me out to dinner, the next day, he made a delicious Sundae for me, he arranged for a candlelight dinner at home, and so on. I had already forgiven him but his gestures made me feel special and wanted. I too made special dishes for him, agreed to the weird poses of lovemaking that he suggested just to make him happy. After all, marriage is nothing but a never-ending affair of giving and take, involving more of giving though. However, I was fine with...