Suspicion
“Calm down! What’s gotten into you? Talk with me. Whatever it is, we can work it out!” he pleaded. “Work it out? Work this out!” I screamed, before throwing the antique vase his mother gave us as a wedding present. He ducked my throw, watching it dissolve into a million chips of porcelain as it vaporized against the wall. “That was childish. Grow up! What’s this about? Please talk with me.” He almost sounded convincing.“I have nothing to say to you except go fuck yourself, you lying, cheating...
Cheating