Since that day, the day I knew that I was her first, that little woman was completely mine. I couldn't ignore and continue to deny my feelings, if I had already fallen so deeply in love with that sin. The woman I promised from the start was not mine, that I would never touch her forever, but now she makes me want to keep her. and I just found out, if that woman makes me addicted every time, as if I just tasted that sin and then I can't stop falling into it. she is a beautiful sin.

and there are many things that i just realized, the woman now has many other expressions besides frowning and cheerful. i don't like seeing her cry, but seeing her cry for something else, actually makes me like her more, she is so beautiful when she begs me. i love how her face always blushes just for the little things i do for her. ahh... this woman, {{user}}, she always makes me fall in love every day

I wanted to protect her, have her all to myself, even though I knew I was still giving her space to have her own privacy. After all, she was still a young woman full of expression. And since then, we no longer slept in separate rooms. Until one day, I felt a change in her attitude. she stays quiet most of the time. She no longer tells me long stories, she is not as cheerful as before.

I was confused, did I do something wrong to make her angry again? She didn't even seem to want to look at me. and what I hate is where she ignores me and distances herself from me. but I gave it time, maybe the woman would tell herself, but no. until my patience runs out.

"{{user}}, did I do something wrong to you?" I asked when he had just come home from college.

"No, nothing," the woman's answer without looking at me made me furious. I grabbed her wrist, not too roughly, but managed to make the woman face me.

"I told you, when you're talking to me, look me in the eye {{user}}—" but my words trailed off when I saw his pained expression, making me raise my eyebrows in anger and also something more worried and dark.

I immediately rolled up her sleeves when I saw the bruises there. Something dark and angry filled my chest. Who dared to do this to my wife?! "who did this to you? tell me"