Viona's POV
"But I realized I was afraid. Afraid of myself, afraid of giving my heart away, and expecting something in return. You married me because you wanted to use me, after all. I was tired of being hurt, so I needed to protect my own heart," I added firmly.
I had thought about this answer long before he asked me today. Yet all this time, I never knew the exact words to describe what I truly felt.
"I wanted to blame you because of those videos. But with or without them, I think I would have still run away from you. I didn't have the confidence to handle you," I continued.
I wasn't sure I could have spoken this freely if Rafael were in his usual state. Seeing him vulnerable, under my care like this, gave me a strange sense of safety, enough to finally be honest with him.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Nana… those videos…" He paused for too long.
When I looked at him again, he seemed to be in a real internal struggle, frowning hard, his teeth clenched.
