PROJECT PSYCHO HUSBAND
I lightly placed a soothing hand on the crook of my neck to ease the burning sensation and the bruise Enid's large palms caused.
Enid was mad. He was pretty mad and I couldn't understand why.
I was supposed to be mad at him. I caught him with another girl this morning and he didn't even bother to apologize. I had the right to be mad, not him.
Even though our marriage was just a big mirage, I deserved to be respected. I deserved to be treated with the slightest respect as being spoken to softly and Enid taking his affairs outside.
But here I was, left bruised on the floor and being treated in the worst way possible.
He doubted my genuine friendship with Chase and accused me of flirting with him but how could I not act so friendly with someone who cared enough to smile my way? How could I not? Tears stung my eyes but I resisted the overwhelming urge to cry.
Enid was gone but not from the room. I couldn't afford Enid walking back from the closet to see me in tears. That would be humiliating.