I was the girl who ruined his life once, now I'm a woman paying for it....every single day. He doesn't touch me to love me. He touches me to remind me that I belong to him, that I'll never be forgiven, that I'll bleed for what I broke. And he did the one thing I never expected, he married me. Not out of love, Not even out of forgiveness but to watch me suffer with his name attached to mine. And here's the cruelest part. I still want him to forgive me. I still want him, to love me...like he used to