I Don't Like To Share.

The look of shock that stains Kips’ face doesn’t surprise me. It’s a reaction that I am expecting to witness frequently in the next coming days. I don’t expect people to understand or be thrilled that I’ve married Tobias because I can relate to their feelings.

But I do expect them to respect my decision and support me along the way if they truly do care about me and want to remain in my life. I just don’t have enough headspace or the emotional capacity to carry more dead weight on my shoulders; anchoring me down as they choose to tear me apart and talk about me behind my back.

Why?

Because I already have a judge, jury, and prosecutor in my life named Ava. And her cruel nature along with her actions has not only driven me to marry Tobias but, it’s also stripped me bare of my self-confidence and trust.

I am not the woman I once strived to be.

I don’t think I am half of that woman, either.

“Well, love, aren’t you going to show him your ring?” Tobias’s voice resonates through the ro