Seeing him in such a disheveled state, I felt a pang of reluctance. Despite our issues, he was still my husband. "Go back to bed and get some rest," I said, trying to sound more comforting than I felt. "I need to go to the office."
I reached out to help him to his feet, but his reaction was oddly stiff. He hesitated before pulling me into an embrace. "Wait a minute," he said, his arms wrapping around me in a tight hug. "Will you sleep with me?"
His breath was warm against my ear and I could feel his desperation. Just as I was about to respond, the door to the bedroom swung open with a loud creak. Hailey appeared in the doorway, her face a mask of anger and disbelief as she stared at us.
Chris immediately froze, his arms dropping from around me as he turned to face her. The look on his face was one of utter helplessness and guilt and for a moment, it struck me how absurd the situation was. It was as if we were caught in a scandalous affair and Hailey was the rightful owner of the bedroom and Chris’s affections.
I couldn’t help but sneer at the scene. "Go ahead," I said with a biting tone, pushing Chris away. "Go be with your beloved sister."