Going to her room, she lies back on the bed. He is leaving. She can feel it in her heart. She will let him walk - no screaming, no fighting, no tears. She would hate to think he stayed with her just so she wasn't hurting. She moves. Glancing around her, she remembers the moments of pleasure, even those moments she never had him, not all of him. She never had the side his wife had and never the full force of his dominating side either. He was careful. She can see that now.
Careful to only give her the parts of him, he was happy to give, so he knew he could walk away like he planned to. Melodie avoids him, spending all day getting ready. She looks around her, her eyes falling on the wig. He will hate her. Picking it up, she carried it downstairs. Jax looks at her with interest.
"I'm dancin
