This has to be some sort of sick joke, I think, my hands trembling. How can he show up in front of me after everything he's done? How dare he?

I clench my hands into fists to hide the tremor, suddenly realizing something. I'm not trembling out of fear. I'm trembling out of anger. I take a deep breath to keep me from exploding, and turn around to look at him.

I expect my heart to ache at the sight of him, as it had done when I found him in my bed with that woman. Instead I feel nothing but a mild irritation. He has gone from being the...