The woman stopped dancing her gaze finding mine, she obviously knew who I was. Lyle turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw me. He placed his glass down slowly sitting up straighter in his chair. I didn’t move, I just waited on his next move.
"You can go now." The blond scurried off at his words avoiding eye contact with me at all costs.
"Don't make her go on my account, after all I'm just your wife." I spat.
"You have no right to speak to me like that?" No right to talk to him like that? Something inside of me snapped.
"Go f**k yourself Lyle."
"No sweetheart, it was you I f****d. My lying slut of a wife." His words were said with so much bitterness, it was like a flame of anger lit in my stomach. He sipped his whisky as he came to stand before my shaking body. I could have cr
