The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

It was only for a few moments, but I still remember the way she felt against me.
“When I deleted that video, I saw the last photo you took. It was a photo of Hannah, in bed. I don’t
want to go through your phone because I don’t want to be confronted with any of that.”
I wrap my hands around her waist and look up at her pleadingly. “Grace,” I remind her. “Will you
give me some grace?”
She looks back at me, caught off-guard.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Ares. I’m not… I’m not mad at you. I’m mostly just mad at
myself.”
I tighten my grip on her and shake my head. “No, baby. You’re my wife. It doesn’t matter how or
why we got married — all that matters is that we’re married now. You better believe I’d be pissed as
fuck if you were going around calling your ex, so yeah, I did do something wrong. If it’s not behavior
I’d accept from you, it isn’t something I should be doing myself. You and I will need to talk about if
and how Hannah is going to be part of our lives, but that isn’t something we need to do right now.
How about we both think about it, and once you’ve decided what your boundaries are in relation to
Hannah and me, you let me know? Whatever you decide, I will honor.”
She stares at me in disbelief. “What if I decide that I never want you to speak to her again?”
I smile at her. “Then I won’t. You are my wife, Raven. I will always put you above anyone and
everything else. Always.”
She purses her lips and nods, her expression filled with cautious hope. She doesn’t realize it, but
she could ask me for the moon and I’d try to give it to her. There’s nothing I won’t do for her.