Marie POV
What does it say that I don't feel an ounce of guilt for what I just did? I was married to the man for three decades and given the opportunity, I would pull the trigger again. Herbito squeezes me to his side as we make our way through the hallway to the foyer. "Are you alright, bella," he asks. I move to stand in front of him. I can see concern in his eyes. "Herbito, I promise you I'm fine. I am stronger than I look." He cups my cheeks in his big hands.
What the hell is wrong with me? How is it the feeling of his skin against mine has me wanting to lean into his touch despite us not being alone. His eyes never leave mine when he finally speaks. "I never thought you were weak, Marie. You are one of the strongest people I know," he says. I roll my eyes and he practically growls
