Lucien watched as his wife walked across the room on her way to the kitchen. She was not talking to him except through email CCs to the lawyers and his Ayanda. He didn't know how to approach her. He feared there was no way to fix the damage he had dealt. She was being reasonable. That scared him. What cards was she holding? What level of emotion lay behind that calm demeanour?
He had never felt this ashamed and guilty in his life. He deserved whatever pain she decided to give to him. He regretted questioning her morals when they last spoke. It was just a reflex reaction… One that was all the same unfair to her.
He wanted to open his mouth and apologise but the words died in his throat. He didn't know where to start. He didn't exactly know what to apologise for first. He knew he was responsible for the cracks in their marriage. She probably hated him. He feared that she was staying with him out of a misguided sense of duty or simply pride.
