‘Stop making a spectacle of yourself,’ he said. His words were like invisible barbed wire.
It was said in that tone, and she understood the meaning behind his calm exterior. It was silly to get upset. He had affairs before, and this wasn’t going to be the last. Why had she let her emotions get the better of her?
‘Sorry,’ I said, stepping out of the office.
It had been her easy demeaner with him, like they were intimate. She called him at home and that was my domain. It was anger that drove me out of the house. Fear that drew me back in again.
My husband followed me, and held his shoulder close to my arm. I couldn’t move backwards, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to go home. He would be upset, but he had every right to be. Yet again I forgot my vows.
To love and honour, I had been great at. But I still needed to learn how to obey – to trust him more. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said again, before I climbed inside the car to go home.