Jealousy

~The next morning~

Opening his eyes, Arthur felt Anita’s arms cuddling around him. He looked at her face and saw she was still fast asleep.

The swollen marks on her face were now flat, but they were still pretty red.

‘Why would a man lay his hand on a woman?’ Arthur wondered in anger and disgust. He needed Anita to tell him what really happened so that he could deal with the motherf**ker who kept maltreating her.

He slowly and carefully reached for her hand, moving it away from his chest. He placed her hand on the bed as he moved away from her.

He got out of bed and looked back at her. He succeeded in not waking her up. He couldn’t believe he could sleep with her in the same bed after so many years of hating her.

‘Does this mean I want her again?’ Arthur questioned himself as he made his way out of the guest room.

‘No, I don’t want her. I just care about her. And we have a common enemy and that happens to be the man that came into my office to threaten me.’ He convinced himself.