βI know...β he murmured, walking towards her, reaching for her hand, as he gives her a half-repented look, planting kisses along her hand.
βWill you forgive me, my love?β His voice a low murmur; the seductive tones were not difficult to notice.
youβre a smart man , ainβt
cha ? donβt understand
how yβ act so dumb when
it comes to *me . to *us .
( a mumble followed by a
soft little huff . )
Took a few moments to calm down, swallowing the venom that threatened to escape his mouth.
βYou are right... as usual,βthe last bit mumbled quietly.
βI'm an imbecile with everything that has to do with you.βEyes closed to avoid seeing the hurt in her eyes.
( sheβs quiet for a pause ,
holding her hands together
and bringing them to rest in
front of her . a frown before
her face hardens . she skirts
around the topic of separation . )
yβ ainβt got a good way oβ
showinβ it .
you wanna know *why i
drink ?? itβs cause of
*you ! cause youβve
been a *shit husband !
you donβt give a *damn
βbout how *i feel when
all *i do *is care !
Well, it's because I know better...
You are not the one having to watch his wife parading drunk around everywhere, speaking with anyone who gives her the minimum attention.