Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Discovery

Michael Pov

Something is wrong. With Whitney. She's been very jittery, loud and secretive. I feel like she's hiding something from me. And I need to find out. I'm not the type of husband that accuses my wife of doing something behind my back. But I can't shake this feeling off.

She just hasn't been herself. She doesn't eat much besides snacks, she doesn't touch me, she doesn't even take things serious any more. I can't think of these things and not get suspicious.

"Michael, honey, where are you?" The house door open and closed.

"In our room!" I yelled.

And there's one more thing. Whitney's been going out alot lately. Before she hardly went outside of Neverland casually. Now, she goes out almost every day. I mean, we have a daughter. I thought Nippy was gonna mature but she hasn't. Not in the least.

"Hi, baby." She walked through the door and threw her purse on the floor. She walked over to me and gave me a small kiss.

"Hi." I replied bluntly.

"Where's my bundle of joy?" She took off her shoes.

"I just put her to sleep. She's cranky."

"When is Jasmine not cranky?" She rolled her eyes.

"She gets it from her mother." I mumbled.

"As if you don't have temper tantrums, Michael."

"I don't." I said. "Because I'm highly mature. I don't go out almost everyday doing god knows what. I don't hide things from you. And most of all, I don't neglect my wife."

"Neglect?" She raised my eyebrows. "Oh, you're just being a baby."

"Really?" I looked at her. "Whitney, you barely touch me anymore. You don't sit and have conversations with me. I mean, it's been two months, Whit. Sooner or later..."

"What?" She glared at me. "Sooner or later you're going to divorce me. Run off to one of your tramps and forget all about your wife and daughter?"

"Okay." I shook my head. "That was a random assumption. But, Whitney, I am getting tired of this. I want my OLD wife back. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Yes it is. It's alot to ask for. Now stop whining. You're too cute for that." She winked at me.

"You're incredible." I rolled my eyes and tried to calm myself.

"Well, I'm gonna go shower. And then we can do whatever you want. A restaurant, watch a movie, cuddle, talk, ride on rides. If it makes you happy."

"Okay."

She blew me a kiss and walked to the bathroom. It's unlikely of me to let such a petty argument make my blood boil. But it did. I can feel my face was red, not from embarrassment. I looked at her purse.

I picked it up and sat it on my lap. The shower water started running and I opened it. It was usual stuff. Makeup, keys, pen, a small book of reminders. Nothing to explain her behavior. I angrily threw her stuff back in her bag. But the pen top broke.

A fountain of white tiny rocks scattered all over her bag. I thought it was sugar at first. But why would she carry sugar around with her in her bag? Sounds really dumb.

But after a few minutes, I realized what it was.

-Hey!😊 Sorry I've been gone for a 😞. I feel loved that y'all missed me...💜 Such nice people. 😘

-I'll try to update more now that I have a new phone. 📱Because I loved you guys. 😘💜💕

-Not a long and good chapter...😣....sorry

-ChunkyMonkey🙊