NIRELLE

I stare at him, waiting for a reaction, whatever it might be, but it does not come. It was almost as if he was devoid of emotions in that moment, and I know it was not true since I had seen him display a range of them. I clear my throat and pull out the chair once again before settling into it.

"Are you not going to say anything?" I ask and he seems to snap out of whatever kind of daze he had been in for a moment.

"We are married. I don't think that..." he begins, but I barely allow the ...