Portia
I hear the lock turn a moment after he's gone.
My heart is racing and I'm shivering. He was so angry. But I never lied to him. There just wasn't any way I could tell him.
Whore.
The word rings like an accusation. It's not the first time I've been called one but this time, hearing it from him, it hurts.
He accused me of f*****g Fernando Mancini. If I had, it wouldn't have been consensual. Doesn't he know that? I'm not a w***e.
And I don't know why I'm sitting here crying. I should be pissed. Offended.
Or relieved. He won't touch me again. It's what I wanted, isn't it?
We're enemies now, truly. It's what I told him I wanted.
I shiver with cold as the rain outside beats down on the house. I pull the blanket up around my shoulders and the wedding band drops to the tiled floor.
