~Love is supposed to be based on trust, and trust on love. It's something rare and beautiful when people can confide in each other without fearing what the other person will think~
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Saleem
Our little boat trip was cut short when my wife Ameerah received a call from one of her clients, I am glad it did because I have a feeling she suspects I am not faithful
As we drove home, I looked at her as if I was wondering if she saw me wipe the remnants of Sugar Maama off my mouth and off my neck last night. I was wondering if she saw me adjust my shirt or press my head to the steering wheel in dread before she came into the car. I couldn't bring my eyes to hers when she looked at me on the passengers seat. Instead, I look straight ahead
I was silent, I couldn't dare talk to her about my phone and she gave me no explanation either. I knew she was waiting for me to say something, so that she could get the opportunity to accuse me of what ever she is trying to accuse me of
I didn't give her the chance, I wanted to wait until she cools off. Then we'll talk about it
"What's her name?" She suddenly ask
She somehow asked the question without it sounding spiteful. She asked it with the same tone she often use to ask me about my day.
"What? Who?" I ask, a bit surprised
"What's your mistress's name, dear?" She said
Despite her pleasant tone, I didn't answer her. She lifts her eyes until they meet mine, but I was quiet in my denial. I could feel my stomach turn like I might physically be sick.
"Stop imagining things, there is no mistress. You're the only woman in my life" I answered sternly, after what seems like forever
On reaching home, She got out of the car and walked into the house without saying a word, with me trailing behind her. She poured herself some cold water and took a seat
"I am not imagining things, you better start talking" she said as soon as I stepped in, with rage evident in her voice
But I didn't say anything and her rage is getting worse
She somehow stood up, still clenching her glass of water. She wanted to throw it. Not at me, She just needed to throw it at something.
She hates me with every part of her soul right now, but I guess she doesn't blame me enough to throw the glass at me. So she threw it towards our wedding photo that hangs on the wall across the room. She repeated the words as her glass hits the picture, shattering, bleeding down the wall and all over the floor.
"What's her fucking name, Saleem?" Her voice is no longer pleasant.
I was shocked at how much my silence angers her.
I didnt even flinch. I didn't look at the wedding photo, I didn't look at the bleeding floor beneath it, I didn't look at the front door, I didn't look at her feet or down. I looked straight into her eyes and lied
"There is no mistress, get your fucking self together. I can't do this, I need some air" I said, storming out of the house
She called after me, as if she was afraid of losing me even though she is hurt and she doesn't trust me
"Saleem Wait, we need to talk about this" She said, sounding a bit calmer
Clearly, The act I am putting on has put a bit of doubt in her mind. This will buy me some time to figure out how best I should handle the situation
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