“Angelo!”
I lifted my gaze from the paper I had been reading.
“What are you doing here?” I asked Faye, who approached me with a smile, gracefully stepping around the table until she stood close.
She bent down as if to kiss me, but I gently grasped her shoulders and pushed her back slightly, stoping her.
“Why?” she asked, taken aback by my unexpected reaction to her affectionate gesture.
I exhaled deeply, locking my eyes onto Faye's.
The words I needed to say weighed heavily on my mind. How could I explain that it would be best for us to end our marriage before it truly began to develop?
I realized that I had mistaken my initial impulses, sleeping with her in despite not harboring genuine feelings. Now, I regretted it even more, knowing how much it would hurt her to hear that I wante
