83: Wrapped in his Arms

A V E L I N A

My mind was a jumbled mess. I was laying, completely naked, wrapped in the arms of my ex husband as he peacefully slept. I couldn't fathom the amount of betrayal that had just occurred.

I had allowed Lorenzo to make love to me. I had begged him to make love to me and I had let him.

What was I thinking?

What the hell was I thinking?

I should have never let him touch me.

But I was weak and broken, and I had needed him. I had needed him to make me feel better, to take away the pain and the hurt. And now, I was living in regrets.

Even in his sleep, his grip on me was tight. Like he was scared to let me go. Lorenzo? Scared? Both words should never be together. He didn't care about anyone but himself.

My mind went back to when he confessed his "feelings" to me after sex, while yet still accusing me of cheating on him in the same statement. I didn't know what to say, how to react or even if I should tell him I loved him back.

What would have happened if I told him the truth?

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