"What's wrong with you?", Theodore asked as he lay his head on the pillow comfortably. He was already preparing to go to sleep.
Natalie looked at her husband like he was a completely different person. The fact that Theodore was showing concern on her was undeniably foreign to her.
She smiled a little, despite knowing that he might just be feigning his concern. "Nothing. I was just catching up my breath.", Natalie replied as she fixed her disheveled appearance. She caught the sight of her discarded black lace panties on the floor. It was a mocking reminder that what they did was nothing more than a release for his pent-up desires but for her, it was an intimate act reserved only for her husband.
Even though Theodore has grown cold and emotionally distant, Natalie could not deny that what they shared in bed was still as explosive as the first time they made love. Their bodies were undeniably compatible. However, with the recent news of his love affair, she has started doubting that what's left of their relationship will also be taken away from her.
Shaking away her worst fears, Natalie said, "Theo, I was worried when you did not come home these past few days. Were you okay?"
Theodore scoffed, "You already what I was doing. Why are you still playing the worried wife?"
Her lips pursed in disappointment, his reply a confirmation to her fears. "I'm sorry. I just want you to at least let me know if you were okay." Tears already threatened to fall but she held herself back, thankful for the dim lights that illuminated their bedroom. She wouldn't have to humiliate herself more in front of him.
Natalie sat up, careful of the discomfort she felt earlier. With her back turned at her husband, she reached for her panties that lay shamelessly on the floor. She pulled on her panties, unaware of her husband's gaze from the corner of his eye.
Theodore, despite the dim lighting in their bedroom, noticed the little red stain on the sheets. Realizing how rough he must have been with her earlier, he carefully pulled her back to bed as soon as she wore her panties.
"Get some sleep. I'll be needing you to come with me to a lunch meeting with some of the shareholders.", Theodore said, pursing his lips in distaste as he pulls the blanket over her lingerie-clad body.
Seeing how gentle her husband was to her, Natalie snuggled herself to sleep, hoping that Theodore will not change tomorrow.
She knew deep down, it was only her wishful thinking. She had learned the hard way that Theodore, her husband, was no longer who he was. Theodore Dianakis is already a wolf in sheep's clothing.