Desperation

Marlani’s Pov

“Can you stop chewing so loudly? I would expect Sylvester Flemming to be a cultured man and not some uncivilized thing.”

I was having lunch with my husband, although the word had begun to feel heavy coming out of my lips lately, I did commit to a life of forever with him.

I found everything he did irritating, the way he chewed, the sound of his breathing, even the way he cut his meat like he was pampering it.

I wondered why I was so irritated by his presence, then it occurred to me that we barely shared the same house, we were only together for most public events and whenever either of us remembered we were married.

“Why are you being whiny? People pay to have lunch with me, you know? But I decide to have lunch with you Marlani, and you act as though I’m a bug.”

“They pay to have lunch with you because they want your money, your money that my son works hard to make, while you spend it on some tart.”

He snorted his nostrils as he laughed, which was a