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Her psychology was interesting. She was overly confident but also just vulnerable enough to be likable. What I had yet to figure out was if the vulnerability was calculated or authentic. It was certainly annoying. Everything about her was annoying, though I was self-aware enough to understand that my jealousy played a part in my irritation.
If I had to see her smug, pointy face every time I walked into a board meeting, I’d stab her to death with a vendor’s corkscrew. I met William’s concerned look and bared my teeth in a smile.
“Just enjoy the next few days. Get lots of massages and run up our credit card. I expect you to come back tan, spoiled, and ready to punish me for our foiled vacation.” “What kind of punishment are you thinking of?” He groaned. “Something filthy. Wear that black-lace number I love so much.”
He had risked our marriage over something that meant nothing? What did that say about us? Our life? Its worth to him?
I used to think of him as a god. When had he fallen? When had he changed, so definitively, from the man I had married? Was he really this weak and helpless against basic human desires? It meant nothing.
He had sworn to love, honor, and protect me, and that’s where his guilt should have been focused.
Who else would desire me in such a complete and unwavering way?
