Scars

Jude POV

I wasn’t even sure what had me on edge tonight. I had been wounded tightly for almost a year now. It was getting harder and harder to suppress the flood of emotions.

Only once I’d released my frustration, and it had felt good, so fucking good. It had led to this point, and had ultimately cost my children their mother.

Trying to stop this dangerous train of thought, I started brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed. A bed I’d have to share with another woman who didn’t want me.

Isadora still hid her resentment better than Josephine ever did. Yet she couldn’t feel anything but resentment considering she was forced to marry me. Her feelings toward sharing a bed with me again tonight had been clear as day.

She needn’t have worried. Despite the dark hunger for my young wife’s lovely pussy, I was a man who could control himself. I abhorred the idea of sleeping with a woman again who didn’t want me.

The years with Josephine had been bad enough. Even when she’d approached me fo