When I saw Matthew in the master bedroom, I grabbed my pajamas from the walk-in closet to sleep in one of the guest rooms. However, Matthew stopped me from leaving. “Where do you think you’re going, honey?”

I whispered in exasperation, “Step aside, or you’ll be sorry.”

He smiled. “We haven’t had sex for quite some time, right? Come on, I’m sure you don’t want your parents to know about what’s happening. Don’t forget your dad is still recovering from a stroke.”

“You’re sick!” I tried to slap h