I wanted to be brave but being alone in a car while he was so pissed reminded me of how much weaker I was compared to him.
“And I'm your fucking husband! I told you I was handling it but you just had to go snooping and fuck everything up!”
He was my husband and once upon a time that would have been enough to make me stay home and pray he finds her.
But I was tired of the head shakes and dismissive smiles when I asked about Bella.
I was tired of being the good wife who only ever said ‘yes’ and ‘as you wish’ to her husband.
Blind devotion was what landed my sister in a morgue for his mistress I almost called my friend.
I was done with that crap.
“It's a good thing I went searching, then, ‘cause at the pace you were going it would have taken decades for you to find her.” I spat with vindictive pride.
“Or maybe you never planned to find her at all.”
The car screeched to a halt as he slammed his foot on the break.
I cried out as my head bounced off the dashboard. The pain spread through the side of my face and my ears began to ring.
When the ringing settled I turned to him with annoyed glare and my courage dried up when I caught the wild look in his eyes.