“It seems that I cannot satisfy you, perhaps I never did.”
Standing expressionless before her, I quietly gauge her response.
She is speechless, shaken by the exposure of her secret, clearly embarrassed and feeling guilty. Perhaps the most I can hope for is that she feels regret for hurting me, assuming she had feelings of love for me.
“Did you ever love me, or were you only ever after financial security?”
I keep my voice even, making sure that I continue to play of her guilt without becoming confrontational.
“I am sorry I was such a disappointment.”
Tears filling her beautiful eyes. I have to resist the temptation to hug her and make her feel better.
“Which one of your lovers were you going to meet tonight?”
Her jaw almost drops and she stares at me in apparent shock.
“Where did you intend to meet?”
“I haven’t been with them!” she sobs in protest.
My spirits are raised by this revelation, if it is true. I am cautious not to show any emotion.
“But you were going to tonight?”
She sobs and bows her head, unable to face me, but answering my question without words. Not such good news, but I console myself that nothing has happened yet.
“Maybe we should invite him around. Your soon to be new lover, I mean.”
She stares up at me with a tear stained face, no mistaking the shock in the prospect of what I suggest. What can she think I mean to do or to happen with him here? |