I want to grab him and shake him, bile rising in my throat at the thought of him with someone else. Pushing it down, I try to fight the urge to cry.
“I’m redefining the boundaries of our relationship; uncrossing the line. That’s what you called it, right?” he tosses back casually. I fall back, but I steel myself, swallowing my sobs and forcing my face to stay as impassive as I can muster as my body retches inside in agony.
Isn’t this what I wanted? For him to go back to his women, and I return to being just his PA?
No! Yes! I don’t know anymore.
“You think going off to screw someone will uncross that line?” The words catch in my throat like steel wool; I feel sick with the pain he’s inflicting.
“It’s a start.” He turns into his room and pulls a suitcase from the cupboard; I notice he’s already packed a flight bag on the bed, his passport lying beside it.