Chapter eleven

Luke closed his eyes tightly pushing Ruby’s image out of his mind as he tried hard to make sense of his feelings. He wanted to be with his wife, to feel her close. But on the other hand, he couldn't shake off his strong dislike for Ruby. It felt like a mix of wanting something and hating it at the same time. It was equally repulsive. These thoughts of her kept bothering him for days now, tormenting him over and over. It made him feel upset and confused. He had been fighting with it for a while now and he was almost at his breaking point.

He snapped his eyes open and studied Ruby's sleeping form from head to toe. "This is wrong," he thought to himself, feeling the clash of ideas. Just then, another voice in his mind countered, "But we are still married on paper, despite the mess we're in. Technically, I have the right to make love to my wife. Right?" Luke stared at her chest going up and down in each intake of her breath, she was sleeping peacefully unaware