A crack in our relationship

Before going home, I stopped at a cafe nearer to the office for lunch. I don't want to face the empty walls of my home yet. I tried my best not to think about what Raphael's doing in his office with her. Am I judging too soon? Maybe he has a legitimate reason for having her in his office. What if she is not Elizabeth but some executive from his other branch or something? At this point I'm picking straws I know, but what if I'm jumping to a conclusion without hearing the verdict? Doesn't he have a say? I know how he treated me is wrong. But shouldn't I give him a chance to hear his side? For the relationship's sake? All these doubts my mind will definitely play dirty tricks enough to make me mad. Only one way to get clarified. I'm no coward, then why take a coward's route now? With that in mind, I returned to the office mustering normalcy with pride wrapped around me like a cloak. The office door is still locked. Not that I haven't expected any less. I tried to put them quite brut