If my bride thinks I'd be kind enough to let her run off to god knows where for days, with a man she once shared a complicated past with, then she's delusional. Every instinct in me screamed to tear her out of that car, drag her to my bed and fuck the fight out of her until she remembered who she belongs to. But I didn't.
After she told me that she loved me, I wanted to show her that I'm a changed man. So I let her go. Let her believe that I trust her with that bastard. Because the more she believes it, the deeper she'll love me for it.
I trust her. I know her well enough to trust that she's too pure and too kind to disappear off with him like that, forever, whilst carrying my child. It's him, that I don't trust.
Never liked him, ever since my sister brought him home years ago, all injured.
