I bit my lips and lowered my head, tears threatened to fall but I didn't let them. I took a deep breath and quickly walked out, to bid him goodbye but he already left. I curled my hands in a fist and nibbled on my bottom lip. Trying to stay composed.

I called Marianne and went to meet her. I was sitting on the couch, hugging my knees close to my chest with my eyes closed.

"What happened Rebecca?"

"Ryan is pushing me away." I said lowly. "Why?" She asked, rubbing my back.

"I don't know. Marianne, am I not beautiful? Am I not an ideal wife?" I asked, paranoid....