Wrong decisions

Molly:

When Farrell said those words, I stared at him like he had hit his head, or maybe he was on crack.

Where was he moving to? And why can't I be the one to move.

"What?" I finally asked with my face scrunched up.

"This house is fully guarded by eight new men, and there are helpers and workers at your beck, and call," he said.

"And how does that justify you leaving?"

"Is this a ploy to go back to your mistress? Haven't you had enough?" I asked, and he stared at me with an angry face.

I couldn't care less at the moment because all the necessary damages had been done.

"Will you let me finish, please, before jumping into conclusion?" He asked, and then I sunk into the bed.

Waiting for him to finish before I spark up would be the best, so I shut my mouth, and listened.

"We both know that our lives are in danger, and I can never ever risk your life. I would rather risk mine. This is all my fault, and if I had resisted my urges then this wouldn't have happened. I'm not asking you to for