are on her. Fucking bastard!
“What the hell is this?” I feel the hot tears in my eyes as I point angrily to the screen. He looks at the monitor and he looks pissed. He completely ignores me, and immediately takes to his phone.
“Michael, get security to do a sweep of my office immediately. Look for cameras.” He disregards me and it only fuels my anger. I wait impatiently, brewing, for him to hang up the phone.
“Answer me. Now.” My voice breaks and my eyes start to burn.
“I told you yesterday that she came to my office. ” His face is unforgiving; he’s livid in response to my anger.
“This doesn’t quite look the way you described it.” I sneer at him. My lips are pressed into a hardline. His expression slightly mollifies.
“Look at the damn picture, Emma. She must have videotaped it and taken a screen shot or something.”
I look at the picture again. I’m filled with rage but I seem to be calming. His hand is on her elbow, she’s smiling, and he’s not. There really isn’t anything scandalous about the picture. I scroll to look at all of the others on the screen. Now I’ve seen all of them, I hope. There’s only one from two days ago. It’s the only one with him wearing a wedding band. Looking at the others makes me depressed and vulnerable. I weaken and move my eyes to him.
He’ s running his hands under the windowsill. It looks like the camera would have been set up there for the picture, the angle is right. He shuts his eyes and drops his head. He returns to his phone.
“Michael, she had a camera in or on her purse somehow. I’d still like you to search the office though… Yes. … Thank you.” I see his breathing calm. He looks at the computer screen and then his blue eyes soften as he looks at how drained I’ve become.
“Why don’t you believe me?” He seems pissed still but he’s trying to calm. I don’t respond. I wipe the tears under my eyes and rest against his desk. He puts his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it away. I’m not in the mood. He sighs and takes a step back.
“I’m surprised you spoke to the press.” He’s changing the subject. He moves across the room and opens the door to allow Michael into the room. “I’m really surprised.”
“I surprised myself,” I say weakly, not looking up to meet his gaze. I hear Michael moving around the room. I glance over as he is feeling under the desk.
I move to sit in his chair and feel exhausted. I put my elbows on his desk and cry into my hands. I hate that the world thinks my loving husband has cheated on me. Even more, I hate that it brings out the worst in me; it makes me question him.
“Don’t cry.” He puts his arms around me moves the chair so that I am resting my head on his shoulders. I let out heavy sobs.
“I just can’t take anymore.” I gasp for a breath. “This is too much.”
“Everything is over , Emma.” He kisses my hair. “No more pictures or reporters. It’s just you and me.” I breathe deep and try to stop my unsolicited tears. “I love you and I would never hurt you. I don’t know what it is going to take for you to believe me.”
“I do believe you. I don’t know why I freaked out.” I breathe into his neck.
“I don’t want you to question me. You never have before, and I like it that way.” He looks down at me, I feel his gaze.
“I’m sorry.” The words are barely audible. I hav e nothing else I can say. He’s never cheated on me, never lied to me. He’s given me the world. I look up at him apologetically; his eyes are full of angst. He closes his eyes and rubs his nose on mine. I kiss him softly.
“Do you want some tea to relax?” He looks at me forgivingly. He’s not mad anymore. I know he wants me to be happy.
“I just want to go home, I want to take a shower.” I blink the remaining tears away.
“What the hell is this?” I feel the hot tears in my eyes as I point angrily to the screen. He looks at the monitor and he looks pissed. He completely ignores me, and immediately takes to his phone.
“Michael, get security to do a sweep of my office immediately. Look for cameras.” He disregards me and it only fuels my anger. I wait impatiently, brewing, for him to hang up the phone.
“Answer me. Now.” My voice breaks and my eyes start to burn.
“I told you yesterday that she came to my office. ” His face is unforgiving; he’s livid in response to my anger.
“This doesn’t quite look the way you described it.” I sneer at him. My lips are pressed into a hardline. His expression slightly mollifies.
“Look at the damn picture, Emma. She must have videotaped it and taken a screen shot or something.”
I look at the picture again. I’m filled with rage but I seem to be calming. His hand is on her elbow, she’s smiling, and he’s not. There really isn’t anything scandalous about the picture. I scroll to look at all of the others on the screen. Now I’ve seen all of them, I hope. There’s only one from two days ago. It’s the only one with him wearing a wedding band. Looking at the others makes me depressed and vulnerable. I weaken and move my eyes to him.
He’ s running his hands under the windowsill. It looks like the camera would have been set up there for the picture, the angle is right. He shuts his eyes and drops his head. He returns to his phone.
“Michael, she had a camera in or on her purse somehow. I’d still like you to search the office though… Yes. … Thank you.” I see his breathing calm. He looks at the computer screen and then his blue eyes soften as he looks at how drained I’ve become.
“Why don’t you believe me?” He seems pissed still but he’s trying to calm. I don’t respond. I wipe the tears under my eyes and rest against his desk. He puts his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it away. I’m not in the mood. He sighs and takes a step back.
“I’m surprised you spoke to the press.” He’s changing the subject. He moves across the room and opens the door to allow Michael into the room. “I’m really surprised.”
“I surprised myself,” I say weakly, not looking up to meet his gaze. I hear Michael moving around the room. I glance over as he is feeling under the desk.
I move to sit in his chair and feel exhausted. I put my elbows on his desk and cry into my hands. I hate that the world thinks my loving husband has cheated on me. Even more, I hate that it brings out the worst in me; it makes me question him.
“Don’t cry.” He puts his arms around me moves the chair so that I am resting my head on his shoulders. I let out heavy sobs.
“I just can’t take anymore.” I gasp for a breath. “This is too much.”
“Everything is over , Emma.” He kisses my hair. “No more pictures or reporters. It’s just you and me.” I breathe deep and try to stop my unsolicited tears. “I love you and I would never hurt you. I don’t know what it is going to take for you to believe me.”
“I do believe you. I don’t know why I freaked out.” I breathe into his neck.
“I don’t want you to question me. You never have before, and I like it that way.” He looks down at me, I feel his gaze.
“I’m sorry.” The words are barely audible. I hav e nothing else I can say. He’s never cheated on me, never lied to me. He’s given me the world. I look up at him apologetically; his eyes are full of angst. He closes his eyes and rubs his nose on mine. I kiss him softly.
“Do you want some tea to relax?” He looks at me forgivingly. He’s not mad anymore. I know he wants me to be happy.
“I just want to go home, I want to take a shower.” I blink the remaining tears away.
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