He led me to sit before my dressing table squatting to my level as he picked up a few makeup accessories from the drawer.
"When did you become a make-up artist Alex?" He smiled.
"You know nothing about your husband Hazel." I bit my lips at his words. Alex was applying make up on my face even after stating a thousand times he didn't like it. I couldn't help but wonder how many women he must have done this with, but according to his family he has been with Beverly from a tender age so maybe her.
"Did you also did this with Beverly when you both were together?" I saw the need to ask as I couldn't contain the jealousy I felt.
He shrugged, "A few times when I'm less busy. I learnt it because of her." I hated his honesty, and regretted why I asked in the first place. I wasn't a bad person but if I had the chance to keep Beverly away from Alex forever I would do it. I hated that he still loved her and not me.
