When I wake up the next morning, I don’t find George beside me. I suddenly become curious to know if he has left. I step out of the room to find George working in the kitchen.
He is humming a tune. The sight of him cooking for me tugs at my heart, evoking emotions I thought were buried deep. I have not seen him cook for me often. A sense of nostalgia fills me. Now, after all this, the care and affection he is showing seems alienated to me. But I am not able to stop the flutters in my tummy.
I quickly remind myself of my true intentions.
I remind myself that I can’t make the same mistakes again. My motive is to destroy him and Megan. I square my shoulders and steady myself, pulling a crafty smile over my face.
"Good morning, darling… You are making breakfast for me. How sweet of you!" I hug him from behind and peer at the bacon sandwich on the plate. The aroma is inviting, and my stomach grumbles with hunger.