TEN

Konstantin

I pressed my thumb and index finger on my nose as I leaned back against the chair close to the pool of my private house. It seemed like Ebony’s relationship with Grace was like my relationship with my siblings except closer.

She knew the status of our relationship and held no expectations from the inevitable affair. She was perceptive and far witty than Ebony on a bad day but there was something complex about her.

“Marriage is not a relationship one does not of sympathy or convenience but I just have one question.” Grace said.

“What would that be?” I asked.

“Do you love her?” She asked innocently as she leaned forward slightly, interested more in what I had to say than her adventures in her private life.

It was always an expected question when I decided to marry Ebony however; it was always a question that left deep thoughts in my head.

Did I love Ebony? The answer