When My Wife is Different
When my wife was different.
Dinar still wanted to be on deck like this, when then Hassan pulled his body away. Dinar was fixed by her husband, there was a nervousness that Dinar could not hide when Hassan looked at her like that.
"I hate you, Dinar. I hate you lately." lamented softly.
Hassan's unruly breath swept across his wife's face.
Dinar was speechless, too sad to think that the person who usually loved him turned resentful.
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