Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 by By: Leslie Sansom Page B

wondered why they divorced but had never asked him. 
    For a brief moment I thought maybe her family had put pressure on her because John is a black man and she is a white British woman. But after seeing them together and their beautiful children, I couldn’t imagine anyone having a problem with that. 
    “Yes, they’re here most weekends and at least once a week. I go over to their house once in a while too, and we have dinner together.” 
    “Do you ever think about reconciliation?” I was just being nosey now.
    “All the time,” he took a sip of his beer.
    “John, what happened between Winston and Norah today?” He explained to me that she had ducked out for a late lunch and not told them about it, which was an issue I would take up with Norah later. He said when she returned she was upset and when he told her she needed to take her security seriously she went off on him. 
    “I think we both know my wife doesn’t like to be handled, John.” 
    “No she does not, sir.” I offered him another slice of pizza and he accepted. 
    “I messed up, John. I have had the opportunity to tell Norah something that she needs to know, several times now and I have failed to do it.” I took a sip of my beer. “She is pissed off at me.”
    “When I was married my wife stayed pissed off at me most of the time.”
    “And now you’re divorced, so there is a lesson there.” We sat quietly for a few minutes and then started talking about basketball or hockey or something, I wasn’t really listening. 
    “Thank you for having dinner with me tonight John, but I need to go face the firing squad.” We shook hands and I walked back inside to see if there was anything I could do to make her feel better. Something was bothering her and she didn’t want to tell me what it was. I knew the feeling. 
     
     
    Norah 
     
    I heard him walk in the bathroom but I kept scrubbing anyway. 
    “Norah, we pay people to do this kind of thing.” I leaned against the doorway. 
    “You pay people to do this, I don’t pay anyone to do anything.” I stood up and dropped my gloves and scouring brush in the tub.
    “You pay people to clean our house, make our food and follow me around like I’m still your prisoner.”
    I usually didn’t mention being his prisoner. Ever. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like be reminded of purchasing me and locking me away for a few months. But at this moment I didn’t care. I was angry and I wasn’t even sure why. I walked past him and he followed me to our bedroom. 
    “Are you going to re-roof the house now?” he asked. 
    “Stop being a smartass, I’m not in the mood.” 
    “Oh, Norah when are you ever in the mood for my…. smartassyness.” I turned to look at him and gave him a crazy look for his new word. “When you make as much money as I do, you can make up words. It’s in the bible…or the constitution.” 
    “You don’t believe in God and you are British, you jackass.” I smiled and he grabbed me around the waist, picked me up and carried me to our bed. He dropped me down and started tickling me and I was actually playing along. It was hard not to love Liam when he was being playful and joking around with me. 
    I did love him so much. And I really didn’t know if he had done something wrong, so I tried my best to let it go. I was still upset about the lying, but I vowed to do my best to let that go too. 
    “There’s that smile I love so much,” he said.
    “Do you love me Liam?” I asked. His face became very serious.
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Still?” I hesitated. “I’m not to boring for you?” I shrugged.
    “Norah, of course I love you. I will always love you.” He pulled me up to face him. “What is this about?” he asked.
    “I just needed to hear it, I guess.”
    Liam went to do some work at his office on Saturday mornings because I usually had to make the rounds for our Saturday events.
    This morning I had to drop off a cake for a baby shower Brenda was handling,