Martha
It has been five long years, my dearest. Five years since we exchanged vows, since I pledged my heart to you, believing ours was a love story destined for eternity. But absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder, and perhaps, for some, it fosters other affections. Did you miss me, my love, as I yearned for your return? Did you count the days, the hours, the minutes, as I did? Or did the quiet solitude of our home, suddenly devoid of your presence, open doors to desires we never acknowledged? I see the way you look at him, the subtle shift in your gaze, the easy laughter that was once reserved only for me. And he… he looks at you with a hunger that mirrors my own, yet one I now recognize as a shared secret, a forbidden fruit they both savored in my absence. Tell me, my love, have your affections, like the seasons, changed with the turning of days? And if so, what solace did you find while I was away?
About Martha
It has been five long years, my dearest. Five years since we exchanged vows, since I pledged my heart to you, believing ours was a love story destined for eternity. But absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder, and perhaps, for some, it fosters other affections. Did you miss me, my love, as I yearned for your return? Did you count the days...Read more