So that was it. His sudden tenderness wasn’t because he finally understood me. It was just because of this. So foolish of me to believe that he actually cared about my hurt and realized his mistakes.
Despite that, I didn’t argue and simply replied, “Okay.”
Stanley let go of me, his eyes widening with surprise and delight.
“That’s my good wife,” he said proudly, pulling me close again, showering me with kisses.
His hands wandered quickly, sliding up my legs, his heavy breathing brushing against my ear. He rolled me beneath him and pressed his lips against mine.
Yet, I turned my face away. “Not today.”
The man above me deflated instantly. He climbed off, pulled on his pants, and headed for the door.
“I’ll take a shower. You should go to sleep.”
That night, I didn’t sleep a wink.
Even through the wall, I could hear Darlene’s voice, sharp, shrill, and impossible to ignore.
By morning, the house was empty. I knew Stanley had taken her back to the countryside for the funeral.
Quickly, I packed my things and left the keys and wedding ring on the coffee table.
With the click of the closing door, Stanley and I were now truly over.