I Quit Caring About My Cheating Husband's Love Life
"Tell me! Who is he?"
He grabbed my chin, his own eyes suddenly going red. I took in the way he looked like he was about to shatter, feeling a sort of bitter satisfaction. He didn't even love me, so what exactly was he trying to prove with this act?
I slapped his hand away and shot back icily, "What right do you have to question me? How is it that you can't handle being treated the same way you treated me?"
To Michael, that was as good as admitting that I'd had an affair. His gaze flickered, as if his heart were breaking apart. His eyes grew even redder, and he pressed a hand to his forehead before wiping away his tears.