40 - Catherine's Troubled Mind

Catherine | Malia’s Arrival

"Good morning," I muttered, grumpy.

"Good morning, dear," Paul said as he put on his lab coat.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Late." He stared at me, his eyes scanning my entire body, and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "How long are we going to live like this?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"How long are we going to ignore the fact that you don't love me? That, in reality, you hate me with all your might," he said through gritted teeth. "That we put on a show in front of others and that you are disgusted by me and my touch. That you wish for someone else... someone who wouldn't even look at you that way, to take you to bed and give you a child."

"You don't know what you're talking about," I rolled my eyes, throwing the blanket aside and heading to the bathroom in our suite.

"Don't try to deny it, you told me everything last night," he muttered, rubbing his face. "But give it up, Catherine!"

"What did I tell you?" I asked, feeling the blood drain from my face