"I don't even know what to explain! How could I do something so twisted? Ridiculous!"
I couldn't believe how impatient she was being.
"I, as your husband, don't even have the right to ask?" I retorted.
She snapped back, "Ask, ask, what's there to ask? He and I are just friends, believe it or not!"
"Your mind is filthy, seeing filth everywhere!"
She stormed into the kitchen, deflecting the blame onto me.
If I kept pressing, I'd be unreasonable.
If I kept doubting, I'd be untrusting.
She was in the wrong, yet I was the bad guy now.
I flipped the coffee table, the loud crash echoing through the room. I wanted her to know this wasn't over!
The kitchen was enclosed, so I couldn't see what Sophie was doing.
But the guest room door was ajar - Ethan was in there.
My anger boiled over. I rolled up my sleeves, ready to give him a good beating.
As I stood up, Sophie emerged from the kitchen.
She handed me a glass of milk, gently guiding me to sit on the bed. It was like she was a different person.
"There, there, I was wrong just now, a bit too harsh."
"I've just been so stressed lately, hormonal imbalance, unstable emotions."