Chapter 4
Melanie slid out of bed without a word and almost ran into our walk-in closet. I quickly followed her.
“I’m not rejecting you,” I said, perhaps a little too loudly. “I would never do that.”
“Paul, I don’t need this s**t,” my usually even-tempered wife was so angry she was spitting as she talked. “I can go anywhere and be … and be. Oh, f**k, I don’t know … scorned. I don’t need it from my f*****g husband.”
I couldn’t help smiling.
“Don’t f*****g smile at me, you bastard.” Which just made me snicker.
“What is wrong with you?” Melanie had removed her gown and stood naked with her fists on her hips, her legs parted.
I broke into a full-throated laugh. At first, Melanie glared at me as though she were preparing to attack, which just made me laugh even harder. Melanie’s glare so
