My Husband's Boss
He knew me well enough to know how to manipulate me, what threats to make, and what points to attack.
“I won’t do anything. I hope you don’t either,” I assured him, trying to keep him calm over the next few weeks in an attempt to buy more time.
“A promise is a promise, baby!” he said, and I sighed, though I didn’t trust him.
“Then you owe me quite a lot,” I said, thinking of all the times he had promised to change, and it never happened.
“This time, everything will be different. I’m going to do everything right!” Bobby promised, smiling.