Page 35 of His Infatuated Wife

I can't believe I said those words to her.

And even now---

Even when I know it's only right to end things early between us---

All I want to do is get down on my fucking knees and beg for her forgiveness.

You really have fucking lost it, Jacques.

Morning finally comes, but all I do is call my secretary and let her know I'm coming in for work.

Is it going to be like this for the rest of my life?

Just finding the energy to get out of bed and have a shower feels like I had to climb Mt. Fucking Everest.

I step out of my bedroom, and I see it right away.

What the fuck?

It's finally dawned on me just how out of my mind I was last night, to not have noticed the rose petals scattered all over the floor.

Why, Riri?

Why did she have to be so damn young that she could only be infatuated with me?

I have the craziest urge to start punching walls and smashing everything I see.

I love her, God.

There's no use denying it.

I love her, but she's only infatuated with me.

Time seems to drag endlessly, but a look at my phone tells me it's only been a few hours.

At about ten in the morning, I get a call from Dean Garrison, and I answer it reluctantly.

I already know this has to do with my wife, and I'm right.

"Your secretary says you've called in sick."

"What can I say? I'm just as human as everyone else."

"And possibly just as foolish as some of us, would you say?"

"Just get to the point, Dean."

"She submitted her letter of withdrawal this morning."

"I see."

"That's truly all you have to say?"

"She's old enough to make her own decisions."

"But she clearly made the wrong one when she married you."

Fuck.

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