What is marriage

Triggering scene. If not comfortable, please skip the two chapters.

As soon as Asmaira entered the room, she ran to the couch and slumped on it, her body quivering with her sobs.

“I… I’m not jealous,” her murmurs escape in between her wails.

Fisting the couch’s surface, she let out a heart wrecking cry. She lay there, crying her heart out, when a whoosh of cold wind made her halt. She raised her head, and soon another wave brushed her as if it was soothing her.

She was about to stand when her steps were interrupted by the high heels. She removed them without caring for the blisters popping with her rough action. Her hair swayed with the wind that had her close her eyes, whispering, “Raina.”

“I n-never envy you.”

Her eyes opened to the view of the curtain swinging aside with the wind and the sliding door to their balcony appearing. She sniffled and walked out to where the breeze maneuvering her. Overwhelmed with her helplessness, regret, remorse, pain, and self-loath, she stopped at