Deception

2: No Regrets.

Lauren Smith.

After what should have been an enjoyable night with my husband, we made it back home without exchanging words.

I went straight upstairs to our bedroom and our closet to kick off my heels and completely undress from today's events.

I immediately wrapped my hair in my silk scarf to get in the shower and complete my night routine because I was beyond ready to sleep today's events away.

Today has been exhausting, or more like the past couple of hours.

I made sure the water in the shower was steaming hot before completely washing my body. It wasn't long before I was done and my skin was oiled up.

I put on a simple cami and a pair of panties and climbed into the bed by myself. I couldn't sleep in anything else, or I would wake up hot and sweating in the middle of the night.

While checking a couple of emails on my phone, the bedroom door opened, and Paul walked into the room without looking my way.

He continued to undress without saying a word, causing me to sigh.

"So, how long are we going to do this?" I said, sitting up and crossing my legs.

He let out a loud breath, "Do what Lauren?"

"You know exactly what's going on. This not speaking shit."

"Lauren, I don't feel like this right now," he said, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Well, I really could care less about what you feel like. We will talk about this like the grown adults we are instead of making an argument out of it. I'm tired of arguing, Paul."

"Well, I'm tired. You ever think about that?" He looked at me.

"Tired of what?" I asked confused.

"This shit," he pointed between the two of us. "You didn't even have the decency to discuss anything with me, like shit is always about you."

I scoffed, "At least I told you tonight! You're acting like I waited to tell you until the day before I had to leave! What else do you want me to do?!"

"You're a grown ass woman, I shouldn't have to tell you what the fuck to do bruh," he said waving me off.

I threw my head back and looked at him like he was crazy. "Bruh? Who the fuck is your bruh? I'm your wife." I got up and walked towards him to figure out who he thought he was talking to.

He chuckled," Shit, if you knew what your priorities and responsibilities were, then Braylen would've still been here." He was staring daggers straight into my eyes.

I felt the tears threaten to fall out of the brim of my eyes. Before I knew it, my hand was landing across his face.

"Why the fuck would you say that?" I cried out.

Out of the numerous arguments we've had in the past, he's never brought up Braylen or that situation as a whole. He was stooping to an all-time low with this.

"Lo I-" I cut him off.

"Leave me the fuck alone," I gritted out as I grabbed my phone & my charger along with my slippers before walking out of our bedroom, making sure that I slammed the door. I made my way down to the guest room and locked the door.

I'm not sleeping in the same bed with him tonight. I sighed as the tears slowly fell down my face while I climbed in the bed.

After turning out the light, I turned to face the window where the moonlight was seeping through before my slow tears turned into full-blown sobs.