At the hotel, he dumped me graciously in my room and ordered me to lie down. He then left me to stare at the quiet TV to ‘recuperate’. There’s now a tray of half-eaten food by my bed, and he has a doctor coming despite my protests.

He’s being distant; as soon as I was settled, he pulled his cell out and stalked off, closing himself in his own room. I know he’s calling her, and despite his manner with her earlier, it still makes my heart constrict painfully. I hate the fact he’s calling her. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met her, I had this...