SPADE
Psycho. That was how she saw me now.
“f**k!”
I felt ashamed that it took me this long to tell her. I felt ashamed that I had to do that because I couldn’t trust anyone at that time. Now, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to fix the damage I’d done.
I disgusted her. She didn’t see me as the same person she trusted anymore, but as a twisted, sick psycho.
After a moment of regret and sulking, I put my clothes on. She was my wife, and I loved her so much. There shouldn’t be doubts or contemplations, but action. She could hate me however she wanted, and it was up to me how to make her trust me again.
At least once in every man’s life, he broke his heart and fell on his knees. But tonight was not that moment. I still had hope.
I left the room and went downstairs. My fir
