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
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