Darryl rolled a bit to Xhemin's side so that his arms were both wrapped on her body as she seemed to have been silent for a while. He had long decided to forget about his wife and the prince's history, but it seemed that Xhemin was still a little troubled by it. He thought right then he'll make her so happy beside him that somehow and someday, she might forget about the prince.

"Tatta, I have something to tell you," Xhemin heaved a big sigh before she finally decided to tell him. Her voice was then shaking as she had been dreading this moment of confession knowing that it would hurt her husband in so many ways. However she knew she had to tell him, or else, she would forever be haunted by it.

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Knowing that she was nervous, he assured her. "You know you can tell me anything,"

"It will make you mad," She started.

"What is it?" Although he already had an idea what she was about to say. He still patiently waited for her to say it.

"I….I…." Xhemin almost couldn't say it. However, knowing it needed to be said, she blew out some heavy hair on her mouth and rushed it all in one go. "I kissed the prince!"

She said so fast that only if Darryl didn't know what she was about to say, he might have not understood it. Knowing that her words were not enough she added hastily. "On the lips!"

As soon as she said what she had to say, she waited for Darryl's reaction but she didn't get any. The room sank in silence and Xhemin tried to hard to capture clear his husband's reaction but the darkness of the room made it impossible so.

"Tatta, say something,"

"....."

Xhemin was cursing herself already but it was already in the past it cannot be undone anymore. She knew Darryl would take this to heart, real bad but she cannot keep it hidden forever.

"Please say something…" she begged and felt Darryl's rushing veins and warming inside, an indication that he was mad. So fucking mad. Knowing that he might burst, she tried to appease him as she acknowledged the fact that beasts shouldn't be messed up with "By my love it was only for only for five minutes,, oh not five, only three, maye just one and half. It was not really like ours and I promise you it only happened once!"

"Tatta…" Xhemin already sat on the bed and bend on Darryl. She then started kissing him on his face, hoping he'll forgive her. "I'm sorry okay, don't be mad anymore,"

"I'll compensate for it okay," She blabbered, "I'll cook delicious food for you everyday, I'll let you make love to me everytime without protest, I'll help you make ropes and I would try so hard not to nag you, just...just forgive me okay?"

"Tatta, forgive me please," Xhemin really felt bad especially that Darryl isn't responding to any of her please. Upset, she felt like crying over it but tried to hold it off but almost half an minutes had passed and Darryl wasn't answering, so her tears started falling.

"It's okay if you won't forgive me now," She cried. She was really getting emotional and very upset that in a moment, she buried her face in Darryl's neck and her tears flooded there.

Darryl wasn't answering because of two reasons. First he didn't know how to tell her that he had seen it and that he had long forgiven her for it. She knew Xhemin very well and if he confessed that he had seen such a kiss, she would definitely be more guilty and he didn't want that.

The scene of his wife kissing the prince was something he had already buried somewhere, so was the feeling that came with it. It didn't hurt anymore, he didn't even remember the pain he felt that day as Xhemin by her side, crossing the par line to be with him had cured all his wounds, leaving no scar at all.

Besides, today was the start of their happy days, he didn't want to ruin it by filling her with more guilt.

Second was that, as soon as her confession went on, he found it amusing already. It felt like time had flown back to when they were teenagers and how Xhemin sulked on things she had no control of. Seeing how she ended crying just because it took him a long time to derive an answer, he could only shake his head.

In the end, he could only tap her head, caressed her very long hair and kissed her forehead to comfort her.

'Tatta...forgive—"

"Do you love him?" Darryl decided to ask . Xhemin and the prince's relationship was all complicated; he was wondering how it went. Previously, he avoided such a memory and didn't confront Xhemin for it as he was afraid to know what really was their stand toward each other. However, Xhemin at his arms right then gave him so much assurance he was no longer insecure about what they had but still curious to know so he asked courageously.

Xhemin fell silent for a moment. Even her tears stopped. She knew deep inside this question was important to Darryl and so she answered as honestly as she could.

"I do….I feel it in my heart that I love him," She said, her voice didn't waver as she was speaking the truth. "I don't want to lie about it and as it would do us no good. I do love Huzey, I don't know when I started loving him, perhaps I had love him ever before you came, I just didn't know it was that kind of love,"

"And yet you are here," Darryl didn't know how to feel about Xhemin's answer. On regular days it might hurt so bad, but after she appeared in his house today unexpectedly and how she made love to him like he was her one and only, it was hard to feel anything negative at their reunion. He knew she had her reasons and that he wanted to know, so he waited and listened for her further.