Usually, when other men openly stare at a woman's curves, they immediately engage in intimate relations with their women. However, Jefferson was different. The sight of his lover's scarred body made his breath even more labored. Slowly, his right hand reached for his lover's stomach, which was covered in scratches, and her back, which was covered in bruises. In his heart, he kept imagining that if only he hadn't planned the scenario of his lover being sold to his father, then his lover would have continued to live a life of torture that caused physical and emotional wounds.
He didn't feel disgusted by the sight of his lover's scars. Instead, he continued to sob, clutching his tight chest. He deeply regretted having tortured his beloved woman, even directly, by giving in to his fiancée's desires. Behind the smile his lover had always displayed, lay the many wounds she had endured alone.
