JENNIFER MEANS MORE TO ME THAN YOU EVER WILL

I said he left a fucking mark on my chest, one I thought would never heal—well I damn lied. Because do you know why? The reason is that, this was much worse. It was no longer a mark, rather this was a wound; deep and hollow in my soul, carved out beautifully by his words which would endlessly echo in my mind. “Because I had to protect another woman’s honor—not yours. I had to protect Jennifer’s honor,” He said dejectedly. I laughed softly, the sound—carried no sound at all, sounded more like a dark void in my ears. “What about my honor? What was so much more important in hers that you could leave mine to protect her?” I asked in anguish. “Everything. Everything about her is more important than you to me Leah, and you know that clearly. So don't try to play pity party making me guilty, because you should know by now that your words won’t move me. You would just look foolish in my eyes,” he hissed venomously, still not meeting in my gaze. “Why?” I whispered softly, not knowing what else