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My father always told me that life is about choices; some that are impossible to make, while others we live to regret. But we’re human after all, born to make mistakes. Humans are faulty, we are both good and evil – a perfect yin and yang.
I had never felt safer or more desired, than in this moment. I found beauty in pain. Pleasure in agony. And salvation in my husband’s brutal yet exquisite touch.
“Watch your tone when you speak to my wife.”
“I hate you but I crave you. I hate you but I need you.”
“Hate is too simple a word to describe what we have, what I feel for you. It’s not hatred, Princess. It’s so much more. It’s chaos,”
“Do you still hate me?”
“How can I hate you, Julianna?” he said
“You’ve dug yourself under my skin, into my bones. You fucking stabbed me in the chest, I’m bleeding for you, Princess. You kill me and I still fucking need you like I need my next breath. I need you as much as I want to destroy you. How is that possible?”
I realized one thing in the last month. Loving Julianna was easy. Trying to hate her with no more apparent reason was difficult and pure torture.
“It’s not Simon who wants me dead. He has been used as an alibi. A cover up. Like the maid.”
“Who would want you dead then? Who is trying to kill you?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm. “I know who it is,” I confessed
“My father.”
But I knew one thing for sure. I didn’t want a life where there was no Julianna.
This time, instead of vows of hate … Killian spoke about his love for me. He vowed to love me, to protect me and to cherish me for the rest of our days.
I had to choose the best days of my life… I had two of them. The day I met Killian. And the day I married him. Well, the second time I married him.
“You’re not fragile, but you’re my wife – the woman I love and I almost lost you a month ago. Please, humor me. Let me do this,”
“I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I can describe in words.”
“Fate had been cruel to us. I made choices that I’ve lived to regret. We both made mistakes. We had to fight for our happily ever after. In the end, I chose you. You chose me.”
This wasn’t a pretty fairy tale. Our love story was messy and flawed – a twisted tale. But it was perfect in the most imperfect way.
