Michelle's Point of View

Elliot knew it was my habit to sneak into the kitchen for a glass of water at night. He had a hunch I'd be here, and yet he still brought his mistress into the kitchen to plow it as if it were nobody's business.

I was stunned. From his perspective, I was still his lovestruck wife, too naive to know any better, putting on a facade of indifference.

I still thought I cared about him, and yet he did this, I recoiled from a feeling of nausea swelling in my stomach.

How can someone be so vile?

How cruel and thoughtless!

Was there ever a time when he truly cared? When he truly loved me?

I sighed as the guest room door closed behind me.

What good is it for me to think about all this? He assumed I stopped being enough a long time ago. That should be reason enough for me to give up on him, on us.

I collapsed onto the bed, buried my face in the pillow, and let out another tired sigh. I longed to be out of this house and its control, but I had to be patient, however diffi