61

Sin

As soon as I was done in the training room, I stepped towards the room.

I saw her body tremble and I thought she was crying until I saw her turn towards me.

Her eyes were closed and she flung her hand across the pillow, hugging it right to herself.

Jealousy burned within me as I watched the interaction she was having with the pillow. I should be the one wrapping my arms around her, not the other way round.

I walked away from the room as the urge to take her penetrated my mind. She was so pure and ravishing with her red hair scattered around the pillow.

Yet, I couldn't force her.

"Hey, darling."

I turned slowly, towards Emma. I was still close to the door and I tilted my brows whilst gazing at her. Ever since the night Artemisia had caught me in bed with her, I had distanced myself from her.

I made sure not to move in the same direction she was in and tried to avoid her as well during the day.

"I've been searching all around for you," She said.

"What do you want?" I grunted, whilst slapping the hand she used in gripping a lock of my hair away.

"You, darling. I miss you so much." She murmured.

"I don't." I snapped. "I told you nothing can be between us, not now, not ever. You're freaking delusional to think I'd ever want you."

"But, something happened already." Emma retorted. "Have you forgotten the splendid night we had so soon?"

"I couldn't because it was one of the best and I believe it would be a great memory for me."

"Nothing happened," I said and I was certain nothing did.

Yet, I had no evidence or witnesses.

"Something indeed happened. I have pictures to show for it." Emma smiled, waving her phone in front of me.

"I don't have the memory of going in with you, thoughtless of doing something. I know you hate my wife..."

"She isn't your wife." Emma snapped. "After betraying her, you think you can go away with that?"

"I didn't betray her!"

"You did, dearest Sinclair," Emma murmured. She shoved her phone in my face, then snatched it back almost immediately.

But, I already saw what was there.

"When was that taken?!"

"B**ch!" I yelled, whilst watching her retreat.

I wondered why I ever got involved with her in the first place.

She was attractive but not the kind of woman I often saw myself with. I believed I was blinded by passion the night I saw her. Or maybe, I just wanted to get laid because it happens most of the time to me.

It wasn't even during the heat period and I had gone in with her. Again, I had done the same thing even with a wife.

A wife I was treating as trash now. Sighing, I stepped into the room again.

Then moved towards Artemisia's sleeping figure.

It wasn't until I got to the foot of the bed I noticed she was awake.

She sat up straight and she lifted her big teary turquoise blue eyes to me. Her cheeks were red as well as stained with tears making me wonder how long she had been crying for.

"You did go in with her right?"

Her eyes held so many questions and I believed if she began to ask me one after the other, it was possible I wouldn't have a reply to any.

"I am not surprised." She mumbled, shaking her head. "Thinking I had so much trust in you even when my intuitions said I shouldn't. I should have listened to Emma."

Artemisia shook her head.

What had Emma told her?

For once I know whatever had come out of her mouth was a lie. There were no truths in her words and she derived happiness in destroying what she believed was going strong.

I saw no difference between her and Adrina. Just that Adrina would never do things so boldly and openly as Emma.

She was cruel but not in that manner. Ever since I married Artemisia, she often came to me. But, she often left when she saw Artemisia.

"I didn't go in with her," I mumbled, letting out a sigh.

"Why should I believe you? You refused to say anything to me and you even hit me when..."

"Do you trust me?" I asked cutting her off.

"Of course!" Artemisia shouted. "But, I don't know what to think anymore. I thought we were going perfectly, but now it seemed I was naive. And even stupid."

She trusted me. Artemisia trusted me despite everything I had done to her.

"Why?" I mumbled, balling my hands into a fist.

"Why what?" She retorted.

"Why do you still trust me even after hurting you? I promised to treat you like a queen, yet I did otherwise. I bruised you and I-I..." I choked out.

"You didn't. I believe you were not in your right mind." Artemisia said.

I stared at her. My eyes widened as I saw her stepping towards me.

She should be scared I might do something awful to her. Yet, she didn't stop.

She was a few centimetres away from me when she halted.

"I promised to stay with you through thick and thin. I know I should have left. I mean someone with common sense should have left after everything you have done, I believe it isn't your intention to hurt me." She said, moving to grip my hands.

I flinched as her hands touched mine. Jolts of electricity zapped into it and desire surged through me but I pushed it down.

Her eyes held so much innocence and hope. She was optimistic and didn't let my hands go. She caressed it and drew tiny circles with her fingers. I shivered and let out a low groan.

"Artemisia..." I grunted, sucking in a deep breath as her body collided with mine.

The feel of her soft body against mine brought me back to my senses. Even though I hadn't lost them before.

I became aware of everything happening and what I had done.

The telltale signs of hunger for her were absent and all I felt was desire.

I didn't know how, but I didn't feel like killing my wife.

But, the desire, I had to push it down as she already looked vulnerable and touching her might make her break down. That was the last thing I needed now.