Take me back: The billionaire's mistake

The next morning, I watched Tyler as he prepared for work. He didn't say a single word about what had happened the day before, and it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Hate is a strong word, but God knows I hate this man, my husband. I hate him that I can't believe I loved him just yesterday. No! This is not right. He should have a reason before I hate him, right? That is what any normal woman would do. That is what a loving and good woman would do and be loyal. With his head high, Tyler walked out of the bathroom in his towel and began to get dressed. I was awake; it was obvious, but he paid no attention to me. He just got dress, fixed his hair and gave me one last look. I wanted him to say something. To tell me what really happened yesterday, but he acted like it was nothing. "I am off to work, Hayley," Tyler let out in a whisper as he walked to the door. I said nothing. Maybe my silence worked as he turned back to look at me for a few seconds a

By the time I woke up, it was afternoon. Maybe, I wasn't sure. The atmosphere was warm, probably from the open windows or the breakfast in bed. Tyler was wearing causal White tee shirt and matching short. His short blonde hair scattered on his forehead and eyelids, and he kept pushing them back. I could visibly see his fingers pattern as he had done that a lot before I woke up. "You are up?" He said questionably, "You know I want to make your birthday up for you". His tone, it was like he didn't want me to wake or he actually said that sarcastically. Well, I didn't care much. I just needed to know what he would do or say instead of glaring at me with such a distasteful look. Flash back of yesterday flooded, and I couldn't help but smirked involuntarily. I shouldn't have done that as I immediately heard the sound of glass shattered and the bed-breakfast went across the room. I flinched, looked around, trying to get the shattered glass and wonder why he had done it.