'Shit.'
Kyle couldn't help but feel like a man who had already degraded himself in this relationship—using his wife's emotions for his own selfish gain.
Even though he would try to reciprocate Aleriana's feelings as deeply as she did, guilt still gnawed at him.
She was undeniably beautiful, and perhaps, after last night, he had fallen for her in a way.
But he knew the truth.
What he felt wasn't the deep, all-consuming love he might have imagined—it was simply the lingering influence of physical intimacy.
A connection born from the body, not the heart.
And yet, for her, every moment spent with him—not just last night but since the first moment they met—seemed to hold such profound value, as if for her, their time together had already surpassed what others might take years to build.
"I arranged the documents early, as you wanted to marry Olea afterward."
