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nbsp; Truth is, I’d turned my phone off.
He tsks. “Well, I texted you. But I guess you didn’t get that, either, huh?” Sarcasm drips from his tone.
Technically, no. “I didn’t,” I lie, crossing in front of the TV to get to our bathroom. I stop at the foot of the bed and look at him. “My phone died. And I forgot to bring my charger with me.”
Craig tilts his head. I know he doesn’t believe me. I walk over toward him, lean in and attempt to kiss him. But my lips only graze the side of his cheek when he jerks his head back.
He grits his teeth.
I sigh. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
His mouth twitches suspiciously. “Who is he?”
What the…?
I whirl around to stare at him. “Excuse me?”
He narrows his eyes. “I asked you who’s the motherfucker you’re cheating on me with?”
Deny, deny, deny…
“Ohmygod. Where is this coming from? I can’t believe you’d think, let alone ask, some mess like that,” I wail defensively. “There is no motherfucker I’m cheating on you with.”
He grunts his response.
I plant a hand up on my hip. Give him a defiant stare. Feign insult. “I’m not cheating on you, Craig.”
“Oh, really?” He stares at me, hard. His tone drips with accusation. “That’s what you say. But your actions are starting to make you look real suspect.”
I snort. “And what exactly does that mean?”
He frowns. “It means exactly what I said. You’re standing there telling me you’re not cheating…”
“I’m not cheating on you.”
“Yeah, okay. But your actions have me thinking something totally different.”
“And what exactly is it that you’re thinking?” I ask, bracing myself for what’s to come.
“You drop the girls off at school in the morning, then don’t walk back up in here until close to eight, nine o’clock most nights. While I’m home playing Mister Mom to our daughters, you’re out doing God knows what. So you tell me what it is I should be thinking.”
“I’m working,” I say indignantly. And fucking! “That’s what the hell I’m doing. And you should be thinking that everything I do, I’m doing for us. Nothing else.”
He laughs. “For us? Are you kidding me? Do I look that damn dumb to you, huh, Markisha?”
“I’m not calling you dumb. All I’m saying is, you’re looking for a problem that isn’t there. Stop letting your imagination get the best of you.”
“Oh, so now I’m imagining all this, huh? I’m imagining some other man is fucking my wife, huh?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what you’re doing.” I swallow back the pile of lies filling up in the back of my throat. “You know I have this big case. And it’s taking up a lot of my time. We discussed this. You know sometimes I work long hours. It comes with the job.”
He grunts. “And I’m cool with you working late sometimes. Not practically every damn night.”
“It’s not every night.”
“Markisha, give me a break. Over the last few weeks you’ve been coming home late more often than not.”
I didn’t think your ass noticed.
