What had started as a simple conversation with the producers, barreled into an avalanche of suspicions and that ever gnawing sense of jealousy. Claire had banned the camera crew from entering her home, citing privacy concerns for the kids (who weren’t kids anymore, by the way). So they had to generate their drama in some way, and that was guiding Claire’s mind. She had gone out of to coffee with Madelaine Walker, and now here they were. “Yes. I am mad at you because of my dream, but also because dreams are only a manifestation of what we think and feel during the day. I will quote notable sleep experts and maybe even indulge you in some bullshit psuedoscientific studies, but I’ll spare you the boredom. You resent me, don’t you Topher?” She was never one to pull punches, choosing to face things head on and straight in. “You resent me, and it wasn’t in what you said, but the tone you said it in. Just say it, come clean. Who are you sleeping with, and what has she been telling you about me?” It wasn’t outlandish for Claire to excuse Topher of cheating, since everyone in Catalina seemed to indulge in that, but…but she knew her husband. The lawyer knew the man she had married would never disrespect her like so, so why was she listening to bullshit? Maybe it was something in the air.
Sparring with his wife took level of energy Topher simply did not possess after a long day at the office but avoiding Claire when she was in one of these moods was impossible. When she wanted to argue about something with him, she was a dog with a bone. It didn’t matter where in their large home he attempted to hide from her, she’d sniff him out and continue right where they left off. Carelessly tossing his keys into the bowl by the front door, the blonde closes it behind him with a sigh. Slender fingers absentmindedly reaching for his tie to loosen it. Hurricane Claire was on the loose and if he had to burrow down to survive it then he might as well be comfortable. “Exactly, what you think and feel during the day.” Nowhere in her explanation did it say anything about Topher’s actual thoughts and emotions only what she had convinced herself he thought and felt. “Resent you? Claire, do you hear yourself?” He only barely kept himself from pointing out she sounded insane, while his wife didn’t particularly care for his balls Topher was quite attached to them and didn’t want to give her any reason to put them in jeopardy.
“The only thing I resent right now is your inability to keep other people out of our marriage. Who are you talking to, and what have they been telling you about me?” He counters frustration evident in his tone as he brushes past his wife to grab something to eat from the kitchen. He comes to an abrupt stop halfway to his destination, turning only long enough to ensure Claire could look into his eyes as he uttered his next sentence. “I’m not sleeping with anyone, you know that.” He wouldn’t put past Claire to have a tracker embedded somewhere in his car on top of the tracker she had all but forced every member of their family to install on their cellphones but if that’s what it took to ease her anxious mind than he didn’t mind.
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