His face expressed something different that when she glared at him, he didn't smile as she expected him to. "Why did you stop?" She was about to push away from his legs but he eased her down.
"I think I need to gulp water," he lied to excuse himself. "Don't read the page until I'm back," he warned before placing her head gently on the pillow and walking out of their room.
That unfaithful day vividly flashed in his mind and how his woman chose to cling to him even when it was hard. His jaws clenched with his fists as he climbed down the stairs, he sighed when he finally released his heart that was tightened.
The sigh that escape his mouth was a sigh to stop him from feeling sad, or from tearing up. He leaned on his hand that was resting on the counter in the kitchen. She was killed because of him.
