"You're a cheater."
"What?"
"... You heard me."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to my face!"
"I'm not lying, you stupid naïve bitch!"
That's how Sol remembered it. Maybe she shouldn't have accused him so abrasively, she thought. Yes, it was definitely her fault. He'd just gotten back from being out with his friends, he was so happy.
His dimples were so goddamned gorgeous. And there sol goes, wiping the smile off his face in an instant like she always does.
Maybe she should've made him some food, massaged his shoulders before calmly asking if there maybe was someone else, and that she wouldn't judge nor press him.
After he'd yelled at her, there was this permanent look of annoyance on his face, a look of pure irritation.
Irritated and annoyed at Sol.
She couldn't stand it. Her dear, beloved husband, annoyed at her? She hoped she dropped dead. She decided it wasn't worth him being mad at her. I mean, how many other women were out there getting cheated on but stayed anyway because they knew their husbands would come back eventually? Who's saying that he wouldn't realize that Sol was his world?
So she stayed, keen to never, ever, make him angry again.
