On our wedding night, I discovered scars and fresh bruises on my wife—when she told me who did it, I realized someone had just made the worst mistake of their life

came up beside her without touching her abruptly. He had learned that loving someone also meant asking permission through small gestures.

— May I?

She nodded.

He wrapped his arms around her gently from behind.

Mariana looked up at the clear sky.

— Do you ever regret it?

Daniel rested his chin against her temple.

— Only that I didn’t meet you sooner.

She closed continue reading …