Carmen’s POV

8 weeks later

I sat on my bed crying because I felt like somebody had torn my heart apart. I closed my eyes hoping that it was a dream but the pain I felt reminded me of the unevitable truth. How could she does this to me? Didn’t she know what he meant to me? Didn’t she know that what she did would make my mother hate her even more? Didn’t she know that she just made it more difficult for us to be together?

I should hate her for doing it, but I can’t. How am I supposed to bear hatred against her when deep inside I know that my heart belongs to her and nobody else. I love her and I’ll never be able to have other feelings than love for her. I knew that she was the one from the moment I first laid eyes on her. It was not only her beauty that caught my eyes. It was her body language and especially the way she was looking at. Her green eyes told me so much about her eventhough we had not exchanged one word until then. I never believed in love at first sight but she prooved me that it really exists. The one that I fell in love with from the moment I saw her was the only one I was not allowed to love. I felt like destiny was against me. Nevertheless I decided to give her my heart by accepting her proposal. I knew that this was the worse disgrace to my mother. But what’s McCutcheon? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Our marriage was going to be the proof that love is stronger than hatred.

My thoughts were distracted by a noise outside. I turned around seeing her in the door frame. I walked over to her and greeted her with a gentle kiss before I looked at her intensely. She tried to avoid my gaze but I put my hands on her cheek making her look at me. I took a close look on her bruises. She had bruises all over her face and a cut on her eye. Seeing her like that made me forget about what she did. Her eyes were so sad. What was she thinking ? Was she regretting it? Did the feeling of guilt make her look like that? It hurt me to see her like that. Injured, physically and mentally. I put my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug, crying uncontrollably. She kissed my neck trying to calm me down.