Isn’t That Incest?

Once again, I chose to bury my head in the sand. I refused to believe Landon no longer had any feelings for me, despite all the evidence staring me in the face. He was a normal man; he had needs. Yet, he could live with not touching me for six years. That only meant one thing—he must love my mother so damn much. Like a good little virgin, he was saving himself for the woman he loved. It just wasn’t me. But I would not, could not accept that. I wanted another fighting chance for our marriage. I knew it made me sound weak, but I was willing to look the other way. I would pretend none of the past two days happened. I would take him back with open arms. ‘Amiyah.’ ‘I need to get changed.’ I fled into the closet without giving him another chance to speak. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, saw what a spineless, lily-livered coward I was being, and broke down in tears. I had no idea how long I could hold out. I didn’t even know what the hell I was holding out for. If the oth