Your love is killing me

fore me was

oor, he pushed the woman s

hurt in a way I didn't express. Right before me was the man I loved and in a relationship with being with another woman. T

ithout his boxers and running after me. I assume

To me, he was a traitor. He should be faithful to me. We have been together for over

ome way, it was a turn-on for me. But at that moment, I felt betrayed to even enjoy his touch. I wanted to hold my tears, but it was

tried to explain, but his words were not coming

my mouth. He looked surprised but took backward steps and strode back into the ro

was hard to do so. She threw me a hard look from the open kitchen, but I didn't even bother t

er. I almost laughed at him at some point. I have never seen a man scared as he was. Th

ook a knife from the holder and played around with it in my hand for a second before placing it down

I started cooking till the end. He sometimes could follow me trying to say something but found it had to expre

ust've gone

nly took my plates and spoon, and drinking glass. I took his favorite wine from the collection area and sa

to fight him. I just wanted to think while eating and looking at him. I knew that was not punish

the emptiness I felt. He tried to take the glass away

r. Where our memories are made." I tried to stand straight, but my body gave way, and

me again, but I sh

filthy." I said to him. I swear

me. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I just couldn't,"

ou got to say." I shouted at him,

't want to lose you." I could feel

truggling to stand up. I held on to the table to stand, but I felt light-headed. I

d there he was running

hed to

eek, I started looking at his handsome face. "Why do you then sleep wi

o it. It just happened." I could see his struggle. In my state, my love for him was above everything else. I

his closed eyes, but a tear had dropped from that beautifully shut eyes. I

rt softening seeing his sorry state. He smi

for you as a woman, but that does not mean you can be u

ths, he had tried to stop his way, and he did. That was no excuse for me to forgive him. I loved him, and forgiving was part of a

struggled to get out of his arms, but he held me. He hugged me ti

m door, I

rther down the hall to the room at the end. He opened the room and closed it behind hi