A Night with Mr. Stranger
She shrugged lightly, crossing one leg over the other.
“I mean… after yesterday, I thought you’d at least be a little more affected.”
I let out a small breath, not showing anger yet.
“Should I be?” I asked calmly.
Her lips curved slightly. “I don’t know. Should you?”
“At the end of the day,” I said quietly, “I’m still his wife.”
Her smile faltered.
“And no matter what you think you’re doing,” I continued, my voice steady, “that hasn’t changed.”
“Oh?” she said softly, her expression shifting. “Is that what you believe?”