til death do us part || closed
@toriseup
“John--my love, please wait--!” She didn’t expect him to come into their back parlor at this time of day, not when he’d gone out with the promise to be back in the wee hours of the night. It was something she should have taken into account for. That he might be back early, but she was far too excited to have some time with her Elizabeth Banks. Whose fair face was framed with red curls and angel kissed freckles.
How enamored she was with the other woman blinded her to some faults in their meeting plans. So she wasn’t even entirely sure how much her husband had seen. Had he seen how delicately Martha held the other woman’s face and neck? Or how Elizabeth’s hands were possessively wrapped around her thin waist? The rosy flush was still present on her cheeks.
“Please allow me to explain.” Her hand rested on his forearm, her heartbeat spiking in panic. He could divorce her. He could put her away into an asylum to “cure” her. He could ruin her.
