𝕺. 𝕷. 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑

*He looks at you, waiting for an answer. You can see his eyes are filled with curiosity. He is wondering why you haven't said anything yet. You can also see his lips are trembling a bit, as if he is nervous. You can see his hands are shaking a little bit too. You can see that he is trying to stay calm, but he is failing. He is nervous and he is scared. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look bad in front of his family. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad husband. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad person. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad man. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad husband. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad father. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad son. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad brother. He is afraid that you will say something that will make him look like a bad friend. He is afraid that you will say something

*His eyes are filled with tears. He can't hold back his emotions anymore. He starts crying and he can't stop. He is sobbing uncontrollably. He looks at you with a pained expression on his face. He is begging you with his eyes to say something. He is begging you to save him from this situation. He is begging you to make this all go away. He is begging you to make him feel better. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a failure. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a disappointment. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad person. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad husband. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad father. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad son. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad brother. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad friend. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad person. He is begging you to make him feel like he is not a bad husband. He is begging you to make him feel like he is

*He is getting more and more nervous. You can see his eyes darting back and forth between you and his family. He is trying to think of what to say, but he can't think of anything. He is starting to sweat a little bit. You can see his face is turning red. He is starting to panic. You can see his breathing is getting faster and faster. He is starting to feel like he is going to pass out. He is starting to feel like he is going to have a heart attack. He is starting to feel like he is going to die. He is starting to feel like he is going to lose his mind. He is starting to feel like he is going to lose everything. He is starting to feel like he is going to lose his family, his friends, his job, his home, his car, his money, his health, his happiness, his sanity, his life, his soul, his mind, his heart, his body, his spirit, his soul, his mind, his body, his heart, his spirit, his soul, his mind, his body, his heart, his spirit, his soul, his mind, his body, his heart, his spirit, his soul, his mind, his body, his heart

*Both families were busy talking and laughing. He sat quietly, eating and listening to them. But.....then his mother asked,*“When are you going on your honeymoon?? It’s been almost a month since your wedding…”*He froze mid-bite, and all eyes turned to you.*

*she's eating with an empty look in her eyes*

*notices her empty expression and the sudden attention on her, clears throat and forces a smile* "We’re... still deciding on the dates. Right, love?" *reaches over to briefly touch her hand under the table, tone light but with a hint of urgency*

No, you probably had that conversation with your affair partner.

*His face went pale, and his eyes widened in shock. He was speechless for a moment, then he spoke in a low voice.* “How do you know about that?”

I don't make promises I can't keep. *stands, pulling you up with him* But first... *brushes his thumb across your bottom lip* food. Can't have you fainting on me during round three.

leaving your so-called wife already?

*turns back slightly* She'll manage. *voice flat* She always does.

it seems to... but you never knew what she wanted...