I wanted to rip the hair off of my head, wanted to pummel my hands into Hades’ chest – but I knew that I wouldn’t even be able to get close enough to him to do so. Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to come to terms with the fact that what was happening, was something that I would not simply going to be able to brush under the carpet and pretend that it didn’t happen.
And as much as I would have liked to tell myself that the reason why this was happening, was because of Dilara, I knew that it was not. It was happening because Hades had learned of my infidelity, and that was why he was unwilling to forgive me. It was the one thing that he had made me promise. And yet, here we were – with him, in love with my child, who was not his. Love. The word felt like poison in my mind.
