“Now the condom,” Adrian said. “The top drawer is empty...It seems I finished it last week. They’re on the highest shelf of the bathroom cabinet in the black box. Bring the whole packet.”
Marceline stood still for a moment longer than she should have. Her eyes were filled with unshaded tears.
The idea of walking across the room, opening that cabinet, and bringing the packet back felt heavier than the request itself. Not because she couldn't, but because she was going to do all that for her own husband.
“Adrian, I can't, I am your wife for crying out loud...” She stated, her hands formed into fists.
His hand moved before she finished the sentence. The slap landed cleanly across her cheek , turning it bright red in colour.
The force of the slap turned her face to the side as heat spread
