No regrets

Candace

Denver

I had barely left my room since the night Bruce and I were caught in the act by his wife. But leaving my room for what? To get the Mortons' condemning looks on me? I was already so frowned upon in that family, so imagine now that I was Harald's adulterous wife. Clearly, they wanted to burn me alive at the stake.

That's why I avoided contacting them; I preferred to stay there in my room, chatting on social media with my friends, and waiting patiently until my husband returned from his trip and gave his ruling on my future. I knew I was in a bad spot because not much was in my favor now. My marriage contract wouldn't protect me from anything if I was to blame, and I was sure that Harald, my husband, would want to divorce me as quickly as possible; after all, he was eager to get rid of me. That bastard!

He hadn't been happy with our wedding; while I was just bursting with happiness, he was there looking at it all with a displeased frown on his face, as if he were being fo