Helanie:
Since no one was awake, it was easy for us to sneak into his bedroom. He turned on the lights, and I took a deep breath.
His room was squeaky clean and smelled like fresh roses. It was a spacious room, and he had clearly changed the furniture and everything for his wife's arrival.
I could tell most of it was designed for Jessica's comfort. Even that soft cloud-like sofa by the window screamed Jessica's style.
I felt disgusted with myself. I had ruined someone else's happiness.
But then, a part of me reminded me who her brother was, and I tried to comfort myself with the idea that maybe I was hurting him back—by taking his sister's mate.
Blame is a powerful thing. If we try hard enough, we can ease our guilt by convincing ourselves we did nothing wrong.
But for me, the guilt always came back.
"You should get some rest," he muttered and started fixing the soft mattress.
I was tired, but not in a rush to sleep. We needed to set some boundaries.
