The Contracted Unloved Luna

re's

eyes. It was as if my soul had left my body already and

nce glimpsed from who I thought was "Mine." Yet, my love and compassion for Xavier only wax stronger and stronger, like a dear

le around Xavier. Convinced in my inner being that I could bring back the spark of affection and vulnerability that o

ould not contain my thoughts. My thoughts spin with more possibil

rotect himself from the pain of our arranged marriage. Maybe, yes! Maybe I could find a solution or som

t to Xavier was fruitless. All the strategy put in place by me wa

e. It was as if Thaila was gaseous and happened to exist in the atmosphere where one can't breathe withou

t at its peak. Every presence of Thaila around Xavier was detrimental to me. And the mor

mured to myself. My self-control was gradually le

comprehend but question what my eyes saw. Is there more to their relationship than what I a

hate me, or was there

much uncertainty and doubt. I was in prison, in a thought of

seduc

ommunicate and get closer to Xavier were an

towards me was a barric

, I couldn't help it but turned to my

idea that one needs bold

se

ggestion coming. I w

detests my sight, fall f

uer

o response from

a try. Anything to save my marriage w

a assisted me

and had my makeup done. My dress was

e my way into the narrow hallway of the mans

t time. Gradually, I opened the door to Xavier's study and ste

but got lost as he looked into my revealing attire. But I could not really tell if his star

ried authoritatively but i

m. I put my arms around him, allowing my breasts in contact with his che

wing how unmoved and unimpressed he w

e said, his voice was s

nterested,

wallowed up by the ground. My prid

!" I exclaimed,

d have been magical, even

ances were cutting deep as

character in your fath

ess without h

I just heard from whom I tho

ith tears like the cloud

f Xavier's study feeling like I had b

round. I literally felt like the world had lost i

didn't even move to help me. Instead, he returned to his tab

m the ground as I found my way out of the study

s were running t

y self-worth, my meekness, m

halia, staring from the hal