I quickly wipe my tears away, I can't show my miserable state to my husband. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of hurting me. Besides, I'm sure he doesn't want to see my face, he loves the fact that 

I'm hurting badly. He already has a girlfriend, he has hurt me deeply. I just ignored him and tried to walk away, I'm already all dressed for school. To my surprise my husband held my hand even before I would walk past him. I turned to stare at him but the gaze didn't last for long as I took it away.

“Constance," he called. And then, a few seconds...