Failure as a mother negated success as a wife.The only way to erase her failure as a mother was to do it again, and do it right. That could not happen...with Vince as he was now. Therefore, there really was no choice. Motherhood trumped everything else: modesty, wealth, marriage - everything.Then, she ran into a stopper. To have children, she needed a man to impregnate her. She could wait for a divorce until she was sure she was pregnant. That would only ensure her of one child, but she wanted. ”That was the end of the discussion. My mind was raging like a forest fire. I was torn between my so called moral values and my human needs. What should I do ?That that evening Hansa Bhen did not go home. She cooked the dinner and around 8:30 pm served me dinner. After she had hers and the household chores were over for the day she came to my room sat on the mat on the floor and watched the TV with me. We made small talk but never brought up the topic which was burning my heart and mind since. But even when I was done exhaling, I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I WAS, however, looking the hell at her. Three years had been very kind to Amber. She'd grown in maturity and poise without losing any of her youthful beauty. Her blue eyes were bright and sharp with intelligence. Her fine blonde hair was perfectly coiffed. She stood before me wearing a long-sleeved, ribbed V-neck sweater and tight designer jeans over black heels. The sleeves highlighted her long, slender arms. The. I hoped to God that you'd forgive me, that my overwhelming passion wouldn't push you away. I was overjoyed when you agreed to see me again."I wanted to talk to you about the love I felt for you, but you didn't admit that word. You said it had been overused, become meaningless. I agree that a lot of people say 'I love you' without meaning it, but does that mean I can't talk about my true feelings? What should I do? Should I stop loving you because the words to declare one's love have been.