A beautiful mistake
With his huge hands firm on her cheeks and his gaze boring almost to her soul, he uttered,
"I don't know what lies he's been feeding you but you are not Ruby. You are Mikaella. Mikaella Sandoval Cervantes. My wife, the mother of my child. You have to remember, Mick. You have to remember"
The thing about pain was, it was something intangible, something that couldn't been seen but hurt so much. What he had just said ripped her heart to shreds, rather it was the certainty in his eyes, that affirmed he was telling the truth. Just like that, like taking a second to sip coffee, the life she knew crumbled before her.
She couldn't speak, the man didn't look delirious, he didn't look like a crazy per