Chapter 5

Seeing my unusually serious expression, Michael looked stunned. I had forgiven him 32 times before. Perhaps in his eyes, that meant I would tolerate him forever—that he could do whatever he wanted. Natasha was the best example. Because of my patience and his indulgence, she had the audacity to mock me. "Yvonne, are you joking?" Even though he had slept around and acted recklessly, somehow divorce still seemed like a heavy blow to him. He couldn't let go of Natasha's tenderness, yet he also clung to the warmth of home. "If you're still upset over Tasha, there's really no need to. I've told you before, she and I are just friends with benefits. A passing fling! "Whatever's between us has never affected my feelings for you. I've only ever loved you." Friends with benefits? I recognized every word he said, but strung together like that—it was absurd beyond belief. I couldn't believe the shamelessness it took to say such things so casually. Turning immoral and adulterous behavior i