FORTY FIVE: MY BABY!

[SHAIRA's POINT OF VIEW]

"Shaira!" He yelled, wearing the exhausted look of someone who ran miles. Shortly after, I felt his arms around my waist. I expected him to embrace me, but I didn't stop him. I simply stood emotionless as I asked him, "Are you cheating on me?"

A cold wind enveloped the entire room; it was as if we'd been teleported to the north pole- so disturbingly cold. Then, he kept himself silent as if he had his voice stolen. Instead, he hugged me even more. I pushed him away and dared to look straight into his eyes, "This will be the last time asking you! Are you fucking cheating on me?"

I'm outrageous... I don't know how to act at this point. I wanted to scream and shred the hell out of him, but my hands were too frozen to do anything.

I'm sure anyone who'll be in my shoes would do the same thing. Even though one knows the answer, one will still ask their partner as if you're giving him a reason to tell lies.