For some reason Slate was angry, she had cheated on a man he likes as his son, yet he had accepted to keep silent; but not with her..
Annabelle thanked his silence, but she could not bear it any longer. It has become a TORTURE to look into the eyes of the man ( her husband ); adventures like these were a diversion before the VOWS, and if she once thought it unforgivable, she now saw it ( felt ! ) disgusting. “Please stop. I beg of you. Just stop, would you ?” his words were like rough thunder––a sound she could not hear without flinching.
“I know what I did was foolish and deserves no forgiveness, but I–” felt so lonely, to even say it was like swallowing knives; she could not blame temptation, she knew what she was doing was more than just a sin, a violation to their vows. She looked down in shame and disgust ( is it normal to feel so much disgust to oneself ? ) She now thought it possible... “Slate I–...I’m scared.”