52. I Will Wait Until You Come, Love

Running into the room I locked the door before throwing myself on the bed.

"Open the door! Alyssa, I promise it isn't what it looks like!" Andrew knocked on the door but all he got was silence from my side. I couldn't bring myself to answer him.

I could have believed that he might be saying the truth but the hickey and those pictures had made me not only angry but broken too. I was hurt deeply and I needed some time alone.

I had believed my husband more than anyone and it sometimes surprised me too as to how I could rely on someone this much. I trusted and believed him. But I needed time, for my mind to stop thinking negatively and for my heart to accept that he was speaking the truth. I hated to say it out loud but my mind was saying to believe some stranger rather than my spouse.

Which I did for a second, but I knew the picture could be a lie, or what the male was saying could be a lie because the mark on his neck could not appear from anywhere. It