The man who once looked at me like I was his whole world now wore a face I couldn't stand.
I'd thought about letting it go.
He'd apologized, come back to the family. We had an infant daughter who needed us both.
But this past year, every time he climbed into bed with me, every time he reached for me as a husband—all I could see was him tangled up with Adela.
I felt sick to my stomach.
I couldn't pretend nothing had happened.
All the hurt and rage I'd been burying came roaring to the surface.
"Then divorce me and marry her!" I screamed. "Kevin, you don't have to keep acting like you're the one making sacrifices here. It makes me want to puke!"
I snatched up that pair of panties and ripped them to shreds.
"Slut! You're both disgusting!"
Kevin watched my meltdown with what looked like satisfaction. He reached out and wiped the tears from the corner of my eye.
"See what you've done to yourself? Getting this worked up just to get a rise out of me—was it worth it?"
"Roberta, that's in the past. Why can't you just move on?"
"We have a daughter now. Stop talking about divorce."
I slapped his hand away and said nothing.