5: Thin End of the Wedge

“Where have you been?” Harry’s deep and cold voice echoed through the walls. He was seated on the couch, waiting for his wife to come home for hours.

Margot was quite surprised at her husband’s tone, but said nothing. She headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Her lips formed a thin line when she felt Harry’s presence behind her back.

“Give me a second,” she said before pouring more water into her glass to drink. After quenching her thirst, and soothing her throat with the cold water, Margot walked to the living room with Harry following behind her.

She sat on the middle of the sofa, leaned her back, and crossed her legs. “Let’s start, shall we?”

Harry’s face turned sour. He didn’t like the way she acted. He was always proud and thankful that his wife listened to his every word, but the woman in front of him was acting differently.

“Margot, what is your problem? You have no idea how embarrassed and nervous I was in front of everyone back there. How could you mention divorce in ou