Julian Shaw, my husband, cheated on me. This fact, like a cold nail, drove hard into my heart. I stood outside his office door, my body rigid as if frozen in ice. The heel of my black high heel rubbed against the cold marble floor, making a tiny sound that was like the breaking of my heart. It was a long time before I lifted my hand and knocked softly on the heavy door.
"Come in." His deep voice came from inside the door, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue.
I clutched the papers in my hand and opened the door with my other hand. With a forced smile, I stepped forward and placed the document in front of him.
"Busy? There are a few papers I need you to sign." I acted so gentle and considerate that I even offered to turn the page for him to sign.
Julian had been on a business trip to Switzerland and only returned this morning. The moment he arrived back, he headed straight to the company to dive into work, his desk where a stack of documents already awaited him. His handsome face was visibly tired.
Without even checking the contents, he quickly signed his name.
"Great." I said sincerely.
Putting away the papers, I posed the question casually,"Will you be home for dinner tonight?"
