Sasha chuckled under her breath, but her vision still blurred. Now this is marriage, she thought. The wife acts all cute and gets on her period, and the husband does everything to satisfy her. When will I be blessed with such a marriage? Her own husband had given her rules on their wedding night.
"Is there a reason you called, Sasha?" she heard Vanessa ask, snapping her out of her daydream. Sasha silently wiped her eyes with her middle finger before clearing her throat.
"Michael visited me today," she said.
Vanessa went silent for a while. "Oh," she chuckled, "has he finally woken up?"
Sasha didn’t fail to notice that out of all the people she had told this to, Vanessa was the only one who still looked calm and collected. She really is an elegant woman, Sasha thought, though it didn’t
