Triffany laid on the couch in the room she now shares with Carlos, such a husband, she was going through her phone to keep her mind from thinking of Carlos who was out there with his lover.
Why will a man act this way? Even if he doesn't love me, he should try to control himself. She exhaled softly. Why do I bother when I already know that this marriage was one without love?
Her phone rings and she smiled broadly, bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello, Allison."
"Triffany,” Allison was overjoyed on the other side of the line, it has been few days since they last spoke, and she heard that Triffany was back, well it seems everyone knows.
"How are you?"Allison asked cheerfully.
"I’m good Allison."
"How is your husband and how was your trip?"
Triffany scoffed at this question, he
