“I prepared breakfast,” I said, approaching him as he descended down the stairs.
“I’m in a hurry. Rick and I have this breakfast meeting with a client.”
“Okay.” I tiptoed to give him the usual goodbye kiss but he slowly averted his lips, so I kissed his cheek instead. My dearest husband rushed out of the house without looking back.
He never noticed the unshed tears nor the trembling of my lips.
It was just a moment ago that I read a text message he sent for his best friend.
I love my wife but I love you more Rick.
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