"Figures." He downed the rest of his drink, stood up and followed behind me.
"Richard, I don't need your help."
"You don't have to need my help. I will be there when I see you need help." His eyes were red and he could hardly keep them open. He staggered a little but maintained his balance with a hand on the wall.
I stopped in front of our bedroom door, "You aren't at work."
"I needed a break."
I nodded and stepped into the room. The memories we made in here hit me like a ton of bricks, for some reason anger welled inside me. Life took my happiness away from me.
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"Too late for that, don't you think?"
A muscle in his jaw tightened. "Because you made it late."
"No, because you wanted Gwen."
His lips parted like he was about to argue, but then he closed his mouth, exhaling harshly. "I didn't sleep with her, Nita."
