10. Suffering is Just Suffering

She needed to recuperate from Mr. King’s surprising devotion. He had played his part well, too well. She brushed her fingers across her lips moments before Mr. King had planted his most passionate kiss yet. He had ignited a charge in her that began slowly and increased with the pressure of his lips. By the time he pulled away, her body wanted to explode. Her head swirled, and his friend shouted for more. She did not know Mr. King kissed that well, not that she had much experience. The kiss wasn’t part of the deal. She wanted a moment to herself; she needed to regroup. She ran to her room.

She put her elbows on the table to rest her pounding head. This wasn’t how her life was supposed to pan out. But, the shock of her now-husband demanding to marry him, his callousness and devil-may-care attitude, was slowly seeping into her. All it took was one poor decision. Now her life is in shambles. It was all because of Ken; if only he showed up at the wedding? She picked up her phone and wonder