“I mean, I am only your husband; I don’t mean any more to you.” Oliver moaned over the phone, and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at his dramatic tone. Being dramatic came as quickly as breathing for him, especially when I had slacked on my promises. Oliver Plane would capitalise on it and drag it out for as long as possible.

I had borrowed Ingrid's phone and used it to call Oliver after I realised I hadn’t called like I promised I would. He had been grumpy since he picked up the call, and I have lost count of the number of times I have apologised.

“I already said...