Faith POV

A week has already passed since the first time my husband and I became intimate. For two days, I could barely get out of bed. I could still feel the pain and heaviness in my body, as if every step was too much for me to bear.

For three days now, he’s been repeatedly asking if we could do it again. But every time our eyes meet, I simply smile softly and gently shake my head. I feel like my womanhood hasn’t fully healed yet, so I keep refusing him for now. Thankfully, he quietly ...