Chapter Twenty Two

I concluded the next day that it was indeed a blessing to live alone in our villa. After I so tactfully handled the arrogance of my husband, he might as well go to the women he said enjoyed his tongue between their legs. What a cruel statement to prove your sexual province in front of your wife! I was his fucking wife.

He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. And I had never accepted that as boldly as I did after he showed his passionate side even though it was in bits and pieces.

I didn't hear from my husband for two straight days. I waited every night on my bed with my eyes glued to the door of our bedroom and he didn't walk in. He avoided me like a plague and I craved him like a junkie who needed a fix.

Finally, the third day he sent his driver to inform me about the trip to Knoxville. We were flying there in our private jet and my husband wanted me to pack up in an hour.

I gritted my teeth and slammed the door on his driver's face. My husband was becoming even more of an ass