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354 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 13, 2023
Yes, I was a virgin. I knew it was silly. But it wasn’t like I was waiting for marriage. That perpetuated an arcane patriarchal view of a woman’s body and her rights.
“That was fast. Too bad for your wife, eh, Don Buscetta?”
A stamina joke. Awesome. I guess we were checking all of the clichéd misogynist boxes today.
“You have no right to yell at me, because I did nothing wrong. I will not perpetuate a backwards society where I’m supposed to be lesser than you just because I’m a woman.”
She pushed a strand of long brown hair behind her ear. “Sex isn’t just vaginal penetration. That’s a very misogynistic way of looking at—”
I love her. I hadn’t believed it possible, hadn’t believed that I was capable of the emotion…. but it was true. Sometime in the last few days I realized that I was in love with my wife.
“You, Emma Buscetta, are my reward for the cruelty and misery I endured in this house. You are the only good thing to live under this roof for almost two decades.”
I wanted her with a ferocity that almost scared me. I wasn’t thinking about getting her pregnant. I just needed her body wrapped around mine, her sweet cries in my ear. Being inside her was as close to heaven as I’d ever get, a baptism. A renewal. She pulled me apart and then put me back together each damn time.
“Please, bambina. Come back with me. I’ll spend every day at your feet, worshiping the very ground you walk on. I will fight for you, for our children, and I promise to love you harder with each breath I take until the day I die.”