If it was before, he would firmly defend Susan and stood against me. To him, that was the right thing to do.

He sighed, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom. After turning on the faucet, he tested the water temperature before pulling me under the stream. He lathered my hands with soap and washed them carefully.

"Your hands must be hurting for hitting her like that."

I was shocked. I wasn't expecting him to say something like that.

I watched as his long, beautiful ...