Cut Through the Heart

Maeve

Blood draws a lot from the cut more finger. I immediately grabbed some tissue and held the blood and went to the bedroom to pick the first aid kit that I found in the drawer. I stopped when I saw him on the balcony. He's whispering and talking huskily. The balcony is a bit open and the wind is coming in and I can hear him. I opened the drawer and took the box.

"Now your fingers on your clit. Rub it for me…. Good, very good Alyssa, keep rubbing it. Where's your dildo?"

That just breaks my heart more than this wound hurts. I turned back and went to the bathroom and put it on the sink. I gasped. My heart is clenching hard. I choke on a few cries and I turn on the faucet. Why would I hide? I'm the wife. But, I don't have his heart.

I got in on the bathtub and let the shower rain on me as I sat there and hugged myself and cried. Because crying is all I can do. Because crying is the only thing that could comfort me. I keep crying and don't