“I’m not comfortable taking the full blame for this…” Angela sounded scared.
“Hun, if I keep my job and Melanie doesn’t get to bankrupt me, then money won’t be a concern.” I cooed.
For me.
“You’ll take care of me?” She pressed, looking for assurances that if she sacrificed herself, it wouldn’t be for nothing.
“When I’m divorced, I’ll be able to give you the world.”
Technically, nothing I said was a lie. If I planned on getting a divorce and Melanie didn’t take half my stuff, and I didn’t lose my job… I would beableto give Angela the world.
If I wanted to.
I just left out that I had no desire to get a divorce or be with her.
6-Melanie
I stood in the doorway of my bedroom for a long time and just stared at the messy bed.
My bed.
Is it still MY bed?
It didn't look like two people had slept in it. Only Ben's side was messy; my pillows and side table looked untouched.
Are you sure?
I stood there long after the front door quietly closed, after the rumble of Ben’s sports car disappeared down the street, and after the fourth time my phone rang. My body was frozen in the doorway. Unable to move forward; unable to turn away.
He said he didn’t bring her into our room, but the room didn’t feel right anymore.
Hell, the house didn’t feel right…
Maybe it’s just that I don’t belong here…
It wasn’t until there was a knock on my front door that I finally snapped out of my trance.
I wasn’t expecting anyone, and honestly couldn’t imagine putting on a fake smile and entertaining anyone tonight.
If it's Ben, I'll kill him.
He wouldn't ring the doorbell.
I argued with myself.
What about all those 'sweet' deliveries he was arranging for you before you left?
Maybe I’ll puke again, and they’ll leave.
I moved down the stairs apprehensively and slowly headed to the door. I was thankful that my brother had talked us into installing one of the top-of-the-line security systems his firm designed because it had a little monitor on the wall by the door that showed who was at the door. I was surprised to see my friend Lily standing there with an angry expression.
I opened the door, and she barreled in before I could even speak.
“Where is he?” she snarled.
“Who?” I blinked and looked around the entryway as if it would provide answers.
“Yourhusband.” She said it like she was describing something foul on the bottom of her shoe.
