I wanted to slam the bottle of wine over his head. Ever since Cherie, he held his hate over me, almost like he resented me, and he never hesitated to let me know there would be others. That I would always have to compete, if I wanted him to stay in this marriage. Blackmail did nothing for him anymore. He knew we were both in this too deep to turn on the other. I’ve done some things, and he had too, and at this point, we needed each other. At least, that was what I thought.
you really thought he was gonna stay faithful to you?
