End is the beginning

The Husband

Rob POV

I watch my wife sleep peacefully.

I miss her, I really do, I know that I'm far from being the perfect husband that I promised her on the night of our engagement, but I'm willing to become one.

I still remember that night when she said Yes to me.

December 2003

"Lea, I'm not a perfect person, I'm not a very funny Man... Hell I can't even sing like you... But I'm willing to become the perfect husband for you........ Lea, Be my wife.."

My tears are flowing freely down my face as I waited for her answer, I'm down on my knee and her song A whole new world were playing, making it more emotional for me.

She grab my hands and help me stand, as she looks into my eyes she said.

"Yes Rob, I will"

End of Flashback

That was one of my most memorable nights, "hmmmm.." I look at my wife, she's stretching her body. "Good morning Hon" I lean down to kiss her but she move her head. "Morning breath" she said sitting up.

She still feel the insecurity of her morning routines even after all the years of our marriage. That is something to be improved with time I guess.

"No good morning?" I ask her, she checked the time and look at me "it's not even morning..." She said then walk towards the bathroom.

She didn't even looked back.

The sadness that took me felt familiar, that's mostly our situation, she may not say it but I know that until now she's still bitter about what happened.

And I'm bitter too, I came here not only for her but also for that Man.

When I see him, and if I see a reason to hit him, I would and it wont be preety

I didn't get the chance to see him before, but not now.

I stood from the bed and was about to get out when Lea's phone rang, I look at the caller Id, it say's Dawn Z. Well It's not bad to answer your wife's call anyway.

"Hello..."

Lea POV.

When I went our from the Comport Room Rob is gone. That's exactly the reason why I already take a bath, I don't want to be in the same room with him as much as possible, it's hard cause he's my husband and it's natural that we share a bed, but the intimacy is gone.