After a month of being away on business, when I came home, I saw Avery sitting on the couch.

"Christine, we feel like we need to have a long talk."

I nodded, there was indeed a need to talk.

"Christine, give Sal the wedding."

The first words out of Avery's mouth hit me in the face.

He looked at me with a serious look on his face and every word he spat out was icy cold.

"Sal isn't well, and her last wish is to marry me."

"The wedding is just a formality, you're still my wife."

"Slap-"

I slapped Avery in the face, forced down my anger and questioned...