"If you advise me to leave, save it. It's your husband who can't be without me." Irish's smile was like the poison of a cobra destroying Ruby's sanity.
"No, Joseph is not that kind of person," Ruby shook her head and clutched her coffee cup tightly as if she were leaning on the last point of strength to support her body. "He is a man who is very principled in his work. I know he had a woman and a lover before we were married. But when we got married, he broke up with the woman. He was emotionally divided, he was very responsible, and he would never hide it from me."
Irish's heart seemed to have been pricked by thousands of needles. She knew that, with his status, he could not be without a woman, even if he was not a playboy, he had normal physiological needs, but somehow, she just felt suffocated and uncomfortable.
"Isabel, are you truly in love with him?" Ruby suddenly asked.
