She wished for a voice blessed with the tongue of a goddess to whisper in her ear that she was dreaming, and then call out her name until she opened her eyes, smiling, happy to have woken up from this nightmare. But her eyes were already wide open and she saw not just Chris leaning against the door and staring at her like she was a lost-and-found jewel, but her doom too. Her trembling hands weighed heavily against her either side, and she felt the same way you would feel if someone had a firm grip on your neck. Summoning all the energy she could summon, she dragged her feet to the window, swiftly drew the curtain and flung open the window. A cold breeze whisked over her face and she sighed, loudly, as she felt blood circulating in her veins again.
“You look shocked,” said Chris. “You didn’t suppose I would leave my wife for you?”
She said nothing. Her plan to pull the plug on her relationship with Chris came crumbling because the excuse she had didn’t hold water anymore. Was she worried he was never going to commit to her? He was divorcing his wife. And now, she couldn’t think of herself as anything else but a home wrecker.