I warned her.
I told her there's no line I won't cross to keep her.
And that's what I did. I crossed a line.
Thing is, I don't regret it. I'd do it again if I had the chance.
This all started with me needing a wife—a wife I didn't want.
But things changed. She got under my skin and into my bed.
Now, I'm not willing to let her go.
Not even if she begs me to set her free.
She knew the risk.
She knew my love would come with a burden she'll carry for the rest of her life.
And the rest of her life is now; it's here with me as her husband.
Whether she spends it behind a locked door forever...that's up to her.