Michael POV
“Mikey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You don’t mean that.” Janice started to sob quietly. Her arms circled around my waist, her head on my chest. She kept on repeating those words for I don’t know how long.
I sighed deeply. I really do not like drama. Getting soft is not in my vocabulary. “Janice, I have been trying to understand you as much as I could. You were not like this when we were in UK. If you have problems, you can tell me. I really don’t care if you do not help around the house.” I paused and went back to what I have said. “You know, I shouldn’t have brought that up. But the attitude of belittling this place and other people? And how many times have you lied to me or kept secrets from me, Jan? Also, you could have at least tried to make this dinner a success, not only
