The Real Truth

I was back in the mansion in no time. Chris was not in our room anymore but was rather in the living room. I stopped by and said, “Still doing the work that you have been putting off all because you wanted to be a good husband?”

“I am a good husband,” He replied, humor in his voice.

I could not help but chuckle in response. “Of course, you are. You’re perfect,” I said as I closed the distance between him and me, planting a kiss on his forehead.

I knew him to be perfect. And when I say perfect, I was not talking about the dictionary meaning of that. I felt like in his own way, he was perfect. I was glad that I met him and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Fallon only wanted to come between us. She had already done enough by making me so many disgusting things. Now, what she wanted to do was break up my marriage by planting lies and deceit.

And even though I was tempted to believe. Or tempted to want to find out, that did not mean that I would. I knew that it would not be righ