I’m cooking dinner in the kitchen when I hear the front door open.
I turn around with a smile on my face.
It’s not until I register the look on his face that my smile drops.
He says nothing, but he hands me a letter.
I blankly stare at it as he makes his way up the stairs to our room.
The words barely register as tears well in my eyes.
My hands begin trembling as I try to hold it together, but the words keep pounding their way in my head.
I rip the paper in anger.
How dare he do this to me!
I’ve been nothing but loving and forgiving of everything he’s done.
I will not stand for this.
I head to the stairs, grabbing a knife as I walk out the kitchen.
He will regret ever making a fool out of me.