"No, you can't do that. His face is so perfect and too pretty to get hurt. I don't want you to do that." Orla cooed.

"Oh, he's still your husband anyway," Jackson clicked his tongue like he was bored. "What's the severity of the hurt? Is it something that's unforgivable and has he apologized to you?"

"He has, on several occasions. But it still hurts here," rubbing her hand against her chest, she looked at Jackson, her eyes dull and sad. "Sometimes sorry isn't just enough and I wish he ...