Book 3: Remorse

Eros's POV

Remorse shunted through me as I stood at her closed door, begging to be let in. What had I done in my jealousy? Why didn’t I believe her? She had saved her virginity for me, and I destroyed everything between us. 

“Anacá, please, can you open the door once? I’m sorry.” I waited, but there was no response from inside. Did she lose consciousness? Guilt ate me up. How did I let the monster in me take over? 

All my life, I had lived recklessly with no one to teach me a thing about relationships. I f*cked available who*es who expected nothing but a rough ride. It had become a habit only to fulfill my needs, but tonight was different. 

Anacá was my wife, my better half. She didn’t deserve this.

I had let my jealousy control my mind and body. How did I stoop so low? I had waited for so long to make love to Anacá, to consummate our marriage. Now I had fu*ked it all up with my insensitivity. She would never forgive me f