So My First Two Wives of Love

What is love like?

I don't know how long I slept, when Gibran's face woke up immediately welcomed me.

He was sleeping next to me while embracing my body, feeling so warm and peaceful. While looking at his face, I smiled and then blushed in embarrassment as I recalled what we had done before.

Boldly I hugged him even tighter of course before he woke up because if he woke up maybe I could not get out of this bed at all.

He locked me up all night in this room, fortunately Aurora had started training in her sleep once she had started eating until she had very rarely woke up in the middle of the night and seemed to understand because on the monitor there was absolutely no whining from inside his room.

I look at the clock, it's still three in the morning, my hunger woke me up just that my body was too limp to immediately leave this room and look for something I could eat in the kitchen so I chose to linger for a while, looking at her face, enjoying my husband's comfort.

Now I can admit it, right?

If we were both real husband and wife...

Just thinking about it warms my heart, it seems like my heart will slowly recover.

My hands moved again, I stroked her face which was a little rough because it seemed Gibran still had not shaved his beard but instead he looked more masculine with a thin beard adorning his handsome face.

When writing a novel I once imagined the plot of a couple who after making love they took a bath together, this makes me impatient to be early in the morning so that Gibran and I can go back to making out. Take a shower together or maybe I can help him shave his beard.

Oh God, just thinking about it has made my heart rustle.

What we did before was crazy, I could still feel the pain in my groin from Gibran's insistence all night that even throbbed to this day, leaving a typical enjoyment the rest of our hot games.

Not wanting my mind to drift back far, I then ventured to kiss Gibran's lips before rushing off to the kitchen.

"Ruby's..."

My body immediately pecked, right after I gave the kiss and Gibran touched my hand while opening his eyes.

Not Jasmine, but Ruby...

It was like getting a hard punch that hit me when Ruby's name came out of her lips.

Our eyes were still locked as if not only I was shocked but Gibran.

I thought we ended up on the same path but I was wrong, from the start we did go much differently.

I quickly pulled my hand, moved down from the top of her bed and left her room.

My heart ached, after what we had been through all night, I thought our relationship would have a happy ending but this was even more painful than before.

My tears are dripping...

The condition of this kitchen instantly reminded me of how hot and passionate we were last night. Gibran who touched me without hesitation, grabbed me, kissed me and made me his whole possession, here, in this place...

In a place that I thought was the beginning of our relationship progress but it turned out that I was wrong, she might not even think of me when we did, she might imagine me as Ruby when doing so.

Devastated, my heart and body were broken...

My cries were sobbing, my body was slumping, I could no longer stand firm against all this. While sitting leaning against the kitchen table, I cried and continued to cry.

"Jasmine..." I heard Gibran's voice calling to me, without wiping my tears, without hiding my cries, I raised my gaze and looked at him who was currently standing not far from where I was.

"You did it, Gibran... You've hurt me again..."

"Jasmine..." Gibran approached, he knelt before me, his eyes reddened, he was seen holding back his tears from dripping.

I hated him, he made my pride feel trampled, looking at him right now in front of me just bare-chested exposing many traces of me on his body while I put on his clothes with the scent of our bodies mixed in, all this makes me feel even more miserable.

How sad I am...

How stupid of me...

"Jasmine, i..."

"Don't touch me!"

I yelled angrily at him as his hand touched me, my body was getting trembling, I closed both my ears for not wanting to listen to any reason, I didn't want to listen to his apology, I didn't want to get it anymore, I didn't want to get it, the real false hope was just a bitter pill that seemed to be killing me excessively as this was too painful.

"Why Gibran? Why are you so cruel to me? Why do you keep dragging me to the lowest point in my life? Wh why? I hate you, Gibran! I hate... I hate this feeling... I hate!"

I locked myself in my room after that, took off Gibran's shirt that wrapped around my body and flushed my body under the shower and cried like a desperate mad girl. I'm trying to get rid of his tracks on my body but what if he marks them all?

I want to destroy my body now!

I wonder what I lack in myself, I wonder what I still haven't done for her to get her to reciprocate my feelings? I kept thinking but I just kept meeting at the disappointment that destroyed me again.

Tell me, what is love like?

Because all I know is that love tortures...

This feeling tormented me from the beginning to this second, what should I do now?

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